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Silver Embers, Sparks of Snow. A poem about changeling winter |
| Silver embers, sparks of snow Autumn's ashes faintly glow Across the four corners, from mountain to sea Flickering snow-drops slowly fall free Light from above, a gift from on high The Spirit fills us, to God we draw night Our heavenly Father, his face full of love Lets loose His soft dreams, to touch all with love |