The Spirit of snow
highlights the love of line
the loving grace of trees in winter
bare and spiritual
the horses a gift of color
in otherwise black and white
Naked trees reach
upwards toward the sky
in pursuit of our Creator
Trees dressed in flowers
turn our eyes skyward
to gaze at cottony clouds
carry our sight
to the bright blue heavens
as we stand
in unparalleled awe.
The fluid, monochromatic, abstract form of the ice
Over the intricate, colored lattice work of the reflections of trees
Water in its various states each with its mysterious qualities.
Grace flows through the limbs of a tree reaching skyward, its intricate patterns of branches pleasing the eye– just as grace flows through the orderly, spikey branches of frost on a window.
Patterns repeated ad infinitum in all creation.
A microcosm of the macrocosm and a macrocosm of the microcosm.
God’s breath breathes through all.