Joy in the Morning

Watching the night steal the last light,
She closed her eyes to weep.
But each tear held more joy than grief
And hope was hers to keep,
For she knew light, and renewed joy,
Would follow a good sleep.

Psalm 30:5
... weeping may stay for the night, but rejoicing comes in the morning.

Hummer in Snow

I sat and watched the quiet snow
Drifting softly to earth.
Each flake a joyful reflection
Of winter’s chilly mirth.

And as they settled all around
They sang a breathless song
Of dancing on a winter wind.
I laughed and sang along.