Monday, February 08, 2010

Poetry for a Sunday

Crystal Beauty 
by Gertrude Rudberg

The golden sun was shining
Upon a world of ice;
And for that crystal beauty
There was no offered price.

The trees encased in silver,
And some with golden hue,
Stood etched in brilliant diamonds
Against the sky of blue.

The fields, the lawns, the meadows, 
The hedge and fencetops, too,
Were all a frozen picture -
Of what God's hands could do.  

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