THE SNOW QUEEN
The Snow Queen came last night To touch my yard with a blanket of white. Jack Frost's work now is finished; The beauty is new, but not diminished. My cedar trees now are bent With crowns of snow the sky has sent. My elm tree, now stark and bare, Raises it's limbs as if in prayer. And animal tracks across the yard Would make a wonderful Christmas card. But the sun will come and people too And no longer will the sight be new. What now is beautiful and clean Will turn to something mean. By nightfall there will be only slush To complicate the 5pm rush. Yes, the day is now romantic But soon it will become almost frantic. But to have seen it at it's best Was well worth disturbing my rest.