A WINTER MORNING
Everything glistening with hoar frost
         in the cold morning sun,
Another perfect picture on a winter
        day just newly begun.
Blue skies a wonderful backdrop
        to the glittering glory,
The quickly setting golden sun tells
        yet a different story.
Silver hoar frost now glows a rich
        pure shade of gold,
See those naked branches a tangle
        of treasures untold.
Now again in the gentler light
        of stars and full moon,
Hoar frost still shines with light
        and is in perfect tune
With the winter wonderland around,
        a blade of grass glows
As if by some ethereal hidden light
        and great beauty shows.
Hoar frost on a clothes line, a jagged
        fence, some broken wire
Beauty in ordinary things, that helps
        each cold heart aspire
To find winter beauty in all things that
        are just lying around,
That when kissed with hoar frost
        anything is grand.

M Ann Margetson January 14, 2002
2002/1785/awinter/winter