It’s Christmas Eve, and so I sit here wishing for a white Christmas, as well as for more order and beauty in the world. I mean this poem below both to reflect the beauty I see in snow, illustrated through the images of the poem, and to represent a movement from chaos to order, illustrated through the organization and meter of the poem. Enjoy!
(This poem is called “Snow #2” because it is based on my original poem “Snow,” which was published years ago by Bob Jones University Press as a contest winner. You can read that in a post here on The Flummoxed.)
"Snow #2" Snow is wonderful, as it falls around like Autumn leaves as they glide to the ground. Snow cloaks the earth in a frosted gown, white-woven water drifting down. Fast, it descends in to an earthy dell; steady, it floats into an empty shell.