Hello, God. It's me, Mara.



Last updated 2/21/2020 at 11:41am

You know, dear Lord, the snow falls fast, Winter is on our mind. Icicles guard, the wind does moan, warm place the birds can’t find. Sparkle of frost on windowsill recaps our childhood view; we’d scratch frost off to take a peek — we saw a calf, brand new!

Sometimes the sky is low and mean, snowflakes might cause a yawn; across the barn or through a rut, debates if it goes on. We’ve all been there, we’ve heard the noise, we know how winter smells. We’re seen the look and felt the cold, it’s one of winter’s spells.

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