Snowflake
A little robin poked his head Through December's fleecy ermine wrap; Flapping his wings it strived to make a bed Out of pine, frosted twigs and sap. The snowflakes fell that December afternoon Silent, fat, wet and cold I watched the skaters gliding on the lagoon, Making figure eights upon the crackling ice the scenery was quite a spectacle to behold I saw God's tapestry unfold... A living animated postcard Taking place in my backyard.. It was then I realized The beauty of innocence and simplicity... The wonder and majesty of Christmas immortalized Through a child's eyes...joyful, innocent, happy..carefree! Mary Gonzalez (c) Written December 5th, 2001 © on Dec 05 2001 01:46 PM PST, Mary Aris 0 • 13
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"A little robin poked his head ..."