Bill Grace - Snow Cathedral (Halcyon) - 1

Slowly comes the glowing morn
With her softly falling snow
Giving proof our world to know
Mantled trees in virgin white
More, than the common sight
Of forest at the meadow's edge.

I've seen the snow on Christmas day
Swiftly fill the silent wood
Turns the bows to vaulted ceiling
Build a snow cathedral where none stood.
Make a great cathedral of the wood.

Bill Grace

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