Photo by Alma Barkman
He casts forth his ice as morsels. . . .
(Ps 147:17 KJV)
The winter is bitter
but last night God sweetened the season
by making a batch of snow candy
as thick and white as divinity fudge
whipped into peaks
and swirled with knife edge of wind.
This morning I feast my eyes
on his confection.
By Alma Barkman