FROSTY WINDOWS
Last night Jack Frost scratched on my window
        as if wanting to come inside,
Those patterns he made were all so pretty to see,
        like a veil hung up by a bride,
Now, look, the sun tries to shine right through,
        a crystal rainbow is formed,
No Christmas decorations anywhere are so lovely
        as my little window is adorned.

M Ann Margetson December 4, 2001