Chill in air sweeps through unseen,
Now evident its flow.
As glistening pearly beads descend.
The first-run sign of snow.
They come, and nestled all around,
Exude innocence and charm.
Covering dirt and homes and such,
Embraced within each arm.
They make a muddy, crusty earth
Appear fresh paint is there.
Expectancy rises with each dropped bead.
See God’s decorative flair.