A snow bow glistens over the falls,
Like a bridal veil of gossamer wings.
The falls, a mighty organ,
Plays the bridal march with power
Unheard by mortal ear.
The groom, the part frozen lake
Awaits his bride, the rushing water.
The tall pines in ermine cloaks,
They watch everything.
Stilled the voices of the song birds,
The lonely call of the loon,
The chatter of the chipmunk.
But the howl of the wolf is heard.
The cold sun glistens off the diamond studded pure white snow,
A special quilt made with love by mother nature for their bed.
The unspoiled splendor radiates all around in cold magnificence,
Even a spiders web frozen in wintery symmetry bathed in ice
Hangs suspended for us to marvel at natures handiwork.
There is no need of flowers to add beauty to the bridal feast.
All are invited to watch this union, if they take the time to wander
In winter, and stand in awe while nature gives her winters gift to man.
M Ann Margetson ©
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