Spring in Winter

Sun glistening as glass,

On freshly cut, green grass;

All is silent, except the trees,

With their gently rustling leaves.

Of rain the air sweetly smells,

Of spring it softly tells.

The sky is clear today,

But tomorrow rain it may.

Tulips are in full bloom,

Bleeding hearts quietly bear their gloom.

Listen to the songbirds’ call,

They tell of the One Who made them all.

Spring in winter may seem sublime,

But its Creator’s glory far outshines

Any thing down here He has shown.

We’ll understand it when we get Home.

~a poem written by me several years ago

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