One of Leona's ENCORE poems by readers' request.
The snow fell lightly last night
as if God were meticulously 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 our car 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.
Our crusted, rutted road is brown-sugared
with maple syrup puddles.
A duck splashes about with delight
in the thin, watery edges of the pond
quacking at the melting sight.
Who knows? God may send a second angel
to fly down and silently add
another fluffy layer of white tonight
and spread 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 (Well, not too often!)
for Florida's predictability.
Come what may, I'm here to stay:
I thrive on God's culinary variety
even our Virginia country winters!
Leona Choy
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