Handprint Of The Divine Poem by Karen Edwards

A dusting shrouds its highest peak,
regal handprint of the divine.
For mortal man could not create
a masterpiece of such mystique
a work of art so very fine.

Arrow straight pines bow from the weight
of wet and heavy early snow.
Icicles hang from every bough,
the rocky path a dance with fate
as they fall when the cold winds blow.

Time stands still, just the here and now
at the secluded frozen falls.
The flowing water held in place,
until the spring thaw will allow
the melting of its crystal walls.

From summit to its wooded base
stark beauty making the heart sing
as Mother Nature takes a nap
and wraps it in her cold embrace,
until she awakens in the spring.