Behold this January morn,

Is something to behold.

A crisp bright snap is in the air

It’s windy and quiet cold

 

A Maxfield Parrish sky today--

A palate of of gold and teal

My silent prayer of gratitude

Will tell You how I feel

 

To wake up and appreciate

The beauty of the dawn

Because this January day

Will much too soon be gone

 

A gaze into the sky, once more

Brings gladness to my face

As a glittery gift of white drifts down

Of purest, crystal lace!

 

–By Aunt Sadie

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