Congregations meet
At
crisp ice sculpted churches
For
winter weddings
Lightly covering every acre
A generous white dusting, as if
Sugared by a cake decorator.
Snowflakes gently float,
Pure white down of angel’s wings,
Down from heavens height
Frosty kaleidoscope images
Appear
on the frozen panes,
Touched
by winters icy fingers,
In
the bitter season’s domain
Crows have four wing feathers,
Ravens have five,
They’re called pinions
So, the difference between
A crow and a raven
Is just a matter of a pinion
The mist cascaded down the hillside Like a maiden’s hair Tumbling onto her shoulders The bare branches of the birch trees Pierced ...