Thought for Winter - Winter Morning - God's Creation, A Poem by Elizabeth Pitcher | 28th December 2009

 

Angel wings glisten,
Bare frosted trees
Stretch starkly upwards
to the

Blue, blue newborn sky.

It is morning.

 

The sun shares
It’s gentle warmth
upon my neck,
As I touch the cold-ice rose,
still standing strong.

 

Snowdrop, grown
with love,
bears it’s
Fragile form with pride,
Perfect presence;
A bride waiting for her
love to come.

 

Water droplets,
Frozen in time,
Give way and fall
With grace
upon my brow.

 

I am here;
I am glad to be alive.

 

Elizabeth Pitcher