Winter Wonderland…

Snow nestled in silent hills

Silence in the frozen chill

Awake to the dawn of a wonderland

Beneath a sky painted by nature’s hand

Your whispered breath on the window pane

Mist of tears in your eyes gain

Momentum, then fall in heaves and sighs

You want to share the heightened emotion

But all that you see is your  own devotion

He would have loved the snow

For he had no where to go

Now he dwells at heaven’s door

Asking nothing, feeling the cold no more

Deborah A. Bowman

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