The frosted morning biting blackgives way to opalescent hues
as sparrow, blackbird, wren and tit
begin to tell their morning news.
In distant reaches of the dawn
the winter sun begins to speak
his memories of warmer days
when he was young in strength and heat
The trees, undressed save for the frost,
in bitter rows resent the cold,
hibernating till the day
when spring once more her green unfolds.
How quickly is the night time past;
the moon, however, full and bright
is not so keen to go to sleep
and vies with sun to give her light.
And now the clouds are tinged with pink
the town awakes to do its duty
so many tardy waking souls
have missed this gift of winter beauty.
© Caz Hamilton
Today as we all have a little moan about the weather and how cold it is, and worry about the snow and the heating bills I thought I'd just remind us all how fortunate we are to live in a country which experiences seasons. How blessed we are to be able to look out of our windows and watch sunrises and moonrises and rainstorms and rainbows. How amazing it is that we have weather in all its variety with all it brings us. I am so glad I don't live in a part of the world which is prone to drought or endless winter or searing unbearable heat. God has put me here, and I am thankful. As I sit and watch the beautiful snowflakes from the window of my heated home I shall be glad and rejoice in this day that the Lord has made. I hope you will too ❄
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