A Winter's Serenade

                                     Where true love is dwelling, God is dwelling there:

                                      Love’s own loving Presence love does ever share.

                                                                  Universalis Hymn

The shushing serenade of snow

is bright 

falling

through the blue shadows

of morning

and winter's sleep.

Low-bending 

pines and laden branches 

through the scrawling wood, 

veiled and deep.

Awakening 

to this pearling peace

that is remaking the world,

and mending with wonder
the snapped and broken 

in the piling stars

we are steeped.