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
Vets won’t operate on Grizzlies Without allaying anaesthesia fears For the very simple reason that There is safety in Numb Bears