A Winter Dawn

The woods are still, and the fields are white, With snowflakes dreaming along the way; And hush’d, my heart takes a dear delight, As twilight yields to the golden day.

The sun peeks softly o’er the rim, Like a child in play with the waning night; And the snowflakes, kissed by the morning dim, Shine in the moment with purest light.

Each tree stands out in a crystal crown, A fortress strong through the night’s long chill; While the stream babbles low, as it tumbles down, With a laugh that sparks joy among the hills.

• Lizette Woodworth Reese