CHRISTMAS BEAUTY
The earth laid white beneath the sky, Marked by shadows from trees nearby — Winged by chickadee’s flying grace To branches trimmed in icy lace. High overhead the heavens blue Were streaked with clouds passing through. The golden sun so warm and bright, Enhanced the scene with silver light. The rock, the valley, the distant hill Slept in purity, deeper, still; The river, hidden far below Was weighted down with sparkling snow. The earth all dressed in ermine fair, Wore caps and gowns with wind-blown flair. The trees, the sky, the cold crisp air Breathed Christmas beauty, soft in prayer. Gertrude Rudberg
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