Our Yard Covered in Snow
It’s the first snow of the year,
A little gloom, a little cheer.
Trees covered in delicate lace,
but shoveling I can hardly face.
How long will this winter be?
Will we be stuck inside indefinitely?
Will I get more done inside the home?
Take more time to write a poem?
Will I learn that new dance routine?
Will I paint a landscape scene?
Will I read or write the books I started.
Lord, help me not grow fainthearted.
But appreciate the snow’s beauty.
To be grateful, my honor and duty.
But Lord, please can this winter be mild?
Sincerely, from Your hopeful child.
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