(View from my back door)
by Leona Choy
While I slept soundly
snow fell lightly last night
as if God were in Heaven’s kitchen
making an angel food cake.
He sifted it in heaps over the hills
spreading it smoothly like frosting
over every bare branch
beating white peaks of meringue
against our shrubbery
and making a marshmallow mound
of my deck furniture
and my Chrysler in the lane.
He swirled powdered sugar
with abandon down our sledding hill
while all life came to a standstill
in our deep-freezer pond.
But today the winter sun broke forth
and our world is a marble cake:
chocolate chip mud morsels
dot our lumpy lawn and fields
cocoa-splashes mar the pristine purity
of last night's spectacular beauty
of God’s divine cuisine.
Our crusted, rutted road is brown-sugared
with maple syrup puddles.
A lone duck splashes about with delight
in the thin, watery edges of the pond
quacking at the melting sight.
(Certainly the weather forecaster doesn’t!)
God may send a second angel
to fly down and silently add
another fluffy white layer
and frost it again tonight
spreading a frothy, finishing fillip
of whipped cream snow
to top His marble cake
or silver-crust it all with slippery ice—
even that would be nice!
I don't dream longingly
oh well, maybe occasionally
for Florida's predictability.
Come what may, I'm here to stay
I delightfully thrive
on God's culinary variety
in Virginia country winters!