Mountain Empire Magazine
Mountain Empire Issue 1
Benediction

Benediction

Softly, quietly,

The Yuletide snow falls in crystal flake;

Naked little shrubs clutch to their hearts

Thin shreds of winter's beauteous cloak.

The brook pauses,

Then draws a long glistening robe

Snugly to its throat.

A trail of tiny footprints, dimly outlined,

Beckons down a purple-shadowed glen

And zigzags into silence.

Softly, peacefully,

A Yuletide benediction falls in crystal flakes . .



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