Beauty Shown

Out there...I see,
The trembling of the bushes,
The wild-wind passing through,
And the strength of which it rushes.

There is a numbing chill,
Where heavy growths did stand.
And the masquerade of winter,
Plainly fills the land.

A distance down the creek,
Feathery ducks...take flight.
Ice forming at the waters edge,
Is such a joyous sight.

Light-rays push down,
And snow is stretched about.
Tufted stems of frosted weeds,
Are shown with edges coming out.

There is a vision captured there,
On every leaf and tree.
Proving that some master mind,
Put beauty there so I could see.

E.P. 1908 - 1989