"Winter Magic"
by Helen B. McNary
from IDEALS Christmas Magazine 1975
In winter's fairy land my fancy flits,
In flying clouds skims by a hanging moon,
Rejoices in the earth's white covering
And tiptoes round a small pine's white festoon.
It smooths, in breathless awe, the fluid line
Of snow, curled up like white waves washed ashore -
Then swings up on a tossing bough of pine
And shakes the ball fringe of the sycamore.
Peers gently in a rabbit's small warm nest,
Lingers to listen to an ice-bound stream,
Feels kinship in the wild wind's endless quest -
And counts snow diamonds by a white moonbeam.
The perfect splendor of a winter's art
Is caught by winter's magic, in my heart.
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