Halbert S. Greaves It seemed a losing moment for the sun, Which sent its winter warmth against the snow On Horseshoe's crest and endless slopes below. Across the valley, mountains to the west Reached up to gather in the lingering light And cloak the sun in dark, cold night But then a miracle on Christmas Eve Decreed that sun should halt in western skies And wait for giant, silver moon to rises Then fiery sun and radiant moon combined To conjure magic with converging rays And swiftly set the mountain snow ablaze. NOTE; Christmas Eve, 1928. I was standing on the second floor
fire escape at North Sanpete High School watching the
simultaneous setting of the sun and rising of the full
moon. The snow in Horseshoe's cirque and on its crest
was pink for a few minutes. I have pictured that beautiful
sight in my mind for 53 years.