Sunday, January 30, 2011

Poetry for a Sunday

Crystal Beauty

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 can do.

(from an old Ideals Valentine book)

Pictures taken along our road yesterday

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