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[walton]

Very nice, thank you!

[gardengirl]

                                                                                     Winter Worship

In wintertime,
I like to follow
Soft snow-dust trails
Through woods and hollow
Where summer vines, still fruited, cling,
And dogwood trees have buds for spring.

Within God's wondrous world of white,
He keeps each season's promise bright,
Not forgetting autumn gold
In leaves the sycamores still hold.

The woods are like a temple there
With songs of birds, a pine tree's prayer
Upon an altar of white snow.
His miracles, like candles, glow;
A quiet place where I find peace
And faith, in love that shall not cease.


----Edith M McKay

[walton]

Time for another Robert Frost poem:

Looking For a Sunset Bird in Winter by Robert Frost

The west was getting out of gold,
The breath of air had died of cold,
When shoeing home across the white,
I thought I saw a bird alight.

In summer when I passed the place
I had to stop and lift my face;
A bird with an angelic gift
Was singing in it sweet and swift.

No bird was singing in it now.
A single leaf was on a bough,
And that was all there was to see
In going twice around the tree.

From my advantage on a hill
I judged that such a crystal chill
Was only adding frost to snow
As gilt to gold that wouldn't show.

A brush had left a crooked stroke
Of what was either cloud or smoke
From north to south across the blue;
A piercing little star was through.

[gardengirl]

Very nice, walton. Thank you. Here is another Frost winter favorite.



                                                                           Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening


Whose woods these are, I think I know,
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

----Robert Frost

I tried to type this from memory, but there is one line that always messes me up.    It is one of my all time favorites. 

[gardengirl]

                                                                                                       Home for Christmas

May your heart be home for Christmas,
   Home where its belongings are;
Home with lights in every window,
   And the welcome-gate ajar.

Home with cherished memories dusted,
   Silver dreams all polished bright,
Bells of hope hung high for ringing,
   And faith shining in the night.

Home with laughter bubbling over
   And with kindness spread to share;
Sweet surprises in gay wrappings,
   And contentment purring there.

Home with love as its companion,
   Warm together by the fire.
May your heart be home for Christmas--
To receive your heart's desire.

---Betty Wallace Scott

[glogdog]

gardengirl and Walton, Thank you both for beautiful readings centered around the season.

[gardengirl]

                                                                                      New Friends, Old Friends

New friends I cherish and treasure their worth,
But old friends to me are the salt of the earth.
Friends are like garments that everyone wears,
New ones are needed for dress-up affairs,
But when we're at leisure, we're more apt to choose
The clothes that we purchased with last season's shoes.

Things we grow used to are things we love best,
The ones we are certain have weathered the test.
And isn't it true, since we're talking of friends,
That new ones bring pleasure when everything blends?
But when we want someone who thinks as we do,
And who fits, as I said, like last summer's show,
We turn to the friends who have stuck through the years,
Who echo our laughter and dry up our tears.
They know every weakness and fault we possess,
But somehow forget them in friendship's caress.

The story is old, yet fragrant and sweet,
I've said it before, but just let me repeat,
New friends I cherish and treasure their worth,
But old friends to me are the salt of the earth.

[gardengirl]

                                                                              Winter Magic

Our street was changed by magic
Last night to fairyland.
Where houses stood at twilight,
This morning castles stand.
Freezing raindrops coated
Each bush and blade of grass.
They changed the oaks to crystal,
Our fence to woven glass.
Each castle roof is silver
With fringe along its eaves--
A sparkling, lovely picture
That only winter leaves.


---Rose Andrews

[gardengirl]

My prayer for you in the coming year, sent with all love and good wishes to friends here, far and near. 

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[gardengirl]

I pray you'll be our eyes, and watch us where we go
And help us to be wise in times when we don't know
Let this be our prayer, when we lose our way
Lead us to the place, guide us with your grace
To a place where we'll be safe
I pray we 'Il find your light, and hold it in our hearts
When stars go out each night,
Remind us where you are
Let this be our prayer, when shadows fill our day
Help us find a place, guide us with your grace
Give us faith so we'll be safe
A world where pain and sorrow will be ended
And every heart that's broken will he mended
And we'll remember we are all God's children
Reaching out to touch you
Reaching to the sky
We ask that life be kind, and watch us from above
We hope each soul will find another soul to love
Let this be our prayer, just like every child
Who needs to find a place, guide us with your grace
Give us faith so we'll be safe
Needs to find a place, guide us with your grace
Give us faith so we'll be safe.

lyrics by David Foster


May the gifts of grace, love, peace, joy, laughter and  kindness be abundant in your life in the days ahead. Happy New Year From The Heart

[walton]

Wishing peace and good health for all during the new year.

[mrsfalcon]

Thank you so much - I love these poems!

[walton]

This one is lovely...

Patterns In The Snow

Overnight the flakes had descended,

and left a carpet of pure white,

A fox awakened from his sleep, 

patrolled the frosty night,

The silent frozen world had now, 

become a canvas, new, 

For patterns to be created,

by the feet of creatures, who

Had ventured out to sample

this delightful snowy land, 

Fashioned by an invisible Master, 

with his gifted hand.



His paints so subtle, had with skill, 

produced true moonlight hues, 

Such lovely shades of brilliant white, 

soft yellows and deep blues, 

An eerie earth, a changed and strange

vast open wide expanse, 

Where, up above, each dainty snowflake, 

had started its downward dance

And settled, on the serene landscape, 

clothed, in its simple dress, 

Where we imprint our patterns too, 

across a snowbound wilderness.

--Ernestine Northover

[gardengirl]

Thank you, Walton. I love that every time it snows the earth is once again a blank canvas for all of nature's creatures to leave their signatures. 

[gardengirl]

                                             Dust of Snow
Robert Frost, 1874 - 1963
 
The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree

Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.