Crisp And Silent

Photo used with permission by Stacy Hamilton

Dedicated to my friend, Renee

Crisp and silent the wood this morn,
Crystals by the millions form,
The birds huddle 'mongst the branches,
By the creek,
We draw a breath,
Early day,
Nature sleeps.
Romance spreads it's warmth and cheer,
Away go pressures and yesterday's fears,
The cold, the crunch, the white of snow,
The purity of God, and mercy flow.
I like it here mid the trees,
Somehow, I can hear His voice of Peace..
Still, small voice,
Awaiting my soul's inner choice,
That calm,
That cleansed mind,
While God waits with His so kind.