Wind Time

Wind Time
By Rev. Lonnie C. Crowe

Gusty westerlies of March,
Icy with the last
Of Winter's chill.

Brisk breath of April,
Mingled with the downy flakes
Of Spring's hesitation.

Gentle zephyrs of May
Dappled with daffodils.

Wine--Pure, pristine
Breath of God.

Snow Fall

Snow Fall
by 
Rev. Lonnie C. Crowe

The snow fell like a benediction,
A quiet blessing drifting in the flashing neon.
We grown-ups went out to wipe the whitness from the windows
And rev-up the engines in the night.

We flung the snow from our brushes at one another
And laughed as the cold slipped inside our boots and mittens.
Then Richard threw a snowball and the war commenced
And frosted our evening clothes and glistening jewelry.
The policeman drove by, chuckled and waved.

Then, sedately, with reddened noses
And remnants of flakes in our lashes,
We piled into our warmed vehicles
And broke the trails toward home.