Winters morning shines
In March’s hopeful light
Branches are encased
In robe of holy white
Evergreens adorned
With accent of new snow
Winters last hurrah
Of beauty to bestow
Sit in stilling morn
With my God of love
Awe of painting touched
A falling from above
Beauty strokes the soul
Rejoicing in the scene
Chilling to the bone
Warmth of bond pristine
Let all else fall away
In masterpiece of grace
Adoring two as one
Encased in Your embrace