Perfection

I love a good snowstorm, my dreams to inspire,

A nice wintry day to sit by the fire

And visit my book friends who so long I've neglected

Or write that letter someone has expected.

It's a find day to embroider, to mend, or to sew

And watch Mother Nature knit a blanket of snow.

Each flake is a stitch very dainty and light,

Transforming the earth with a blanket of white.

I don't know how many she knits or purls;

Sometimes the flakes come down in great swirls,

Covering the branches of each lovely tree,

Knitting a cover of lace filigree.

Each tiny flake of glistening white

Dances and sways like an elfin sprite.

A spectacle of beauty is each fencerow and ditch,

The blanket is perfect, though she dropped every stitch.

Gladys Manes Kidwell