*for glittering glory of frost-crusted grass,
*for conversations with cows wearing wooly winter coats,
*for mist stirred by sunbeams on the chilly pond,
*for cold that burns inside my nose and makes my face rosy,
*for large songs coming from small bodies of birds against the blue,
*for the little dog who acts as if she owns the world,
*to the One who does own it, be praise.