These trees;

standing together

in a winter wonderland of white;

How beautifully they rise...

into the crisp night air

with the snow on their limbs,

picturesquely...

Their limbs trembling ever so slightly...

in the subsiding winds...

One of Grace's gifts to them, i think -

and one of their gifts to us;

the graceful way in which they bare their winters.


Grace be all around you and me

and through you and me;

all around She be.

All around.

Chi2008