HOARFROST’S BEAUTY
When the hoarfrost breaths on the trees with her kiss of death,
The pampas grass and reeds do not sway with the winds breath,
Snow covered rocks are touched and polished as winds do blow,
But it is worth going outside to see winter’s wonderful show.
In the moon’s pale light all glimmers, ethereal, almost unreal,
Breathtaking views of beauty, thanks for winter’s gifts you feel,
Then when at last the sun slowly creeps out of her eastern bed,
A different kind of beauty around and before us is spread.
Yet I feel the pain of the trees that are encased in the cold ice,
They and others are touched stand tall, beauty at a great price,
So do not ignore the winter hoarfrost beauty showing everywhere,
Look and gain memories and thank God in sweet earnest prayer.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 9 December 2005