Sonnet 6: God Of Snow Poem by Juwon Daniel

The snow is deep on the ground its
'lways in light falls,
Softly down on the hair of my belovèd ones;
This is a good world.
The war has failed;
we are not forgotten for His sake,
He Who made the snow waits;
where love is only a few got taste.
The sky moves in its whiteness
Like the withered hand of some old kings
God shall not forget all us as his'.
He who made the sky knows of our love.
The snow is beautiful on the ground.
And always the lights of heaven glow
Softly down on the hair of my belovèd.