Of course it’s a winter wonderland on the first day of spring. Hehe. 🙂
When my leaves fall, wilt Thou encompass them?
The gold of Autumn flown, the bare branch brown,
The brittle twig and stem,
The tired leaves dropping down–
Wilt Thou encompass that which men call dead?
I see the rain, the coldly smothering snow;
My leaves dispirited,
Live very low.
So the heart questioneth, white Winter near;
Till, jocund as the glorious voice of Spring,
Cometh His “Do not fear,
But sing; rejoice and sing,
For sheltered by the coverlet of snow
Are secrets of delight, and there shall be
Uprising that shall show
All that through Winter I prepared for thee.”