Richard W. Reith


Walking down a small town street
On a frosty North Dakota night.
Oh! How the night enthralls!

Trees sheathed in nature’s sugar frosting
Provide a crystal canopy.
All of creation
seems to glisten in the soft light of the moon.

The air soundless,
broken only by the soft crunch crunch crunch of boots
on the ice-glazed snow.

Their glove covered hands entwined;
Side by side they meander through a wonderland
Fashioned by God,
Scarcely touched by man.

A frozen moment in time
as the world seems to hold its breath.
Covered by a blanket of stars
On a mattress of snow
They look out
and see the countenance of God.