I Love the Freshly Fallen Snow

I Love the Freshly Fallen Snow

I love the freshly fallen snow,

Soft as a butterfly it sits,

Enjoined in beauty how it fits,

Within these earthly realms we know.

Too soon in spring the snow will melt,

Like butterflies away they fly,

To disappear beyond the sky,

They’ll draw some beauty that we felt.

Life is like freshly fallen snow,

The butterfly it spreads its wings,

And, as I watch my soul it sings,

Into the Heavens it will go!

Peter Lowell Paulson

March 1, 2015