Love Is the Golden Grown of the World

Drips of Ice


Drips of ice, falling on the ground; whirling in the squealing wind:
They create a strange mountain that soon fades away;
A flashing river of flux, carrying away everything in its path.
The piquant snowflakes are everywhere;
they are there for man’s admiration and for his honor to God.
Snowflakes’ Picturesque Beauty
Snowflakes, whistling in the wind and washed away in the whirl;
Oh snowflakes, like a royal garment that coats the trees’ leaves:
They look like a glorious bouquet of white flowers, fluttering in the air.
Their hooks latch on to the leaves like woolen blankets and colorful beanies:
They imprison the shivering lady of beauty inside in a cave of ice.