The eastern sky glowed red heralding the rising sun,
Letting this world know that a new day had begun.
Ice cold frost fingers had so delicately drawn
A tapestry of ice, made pink by the light of dawn.
Each blade of grass silvered, spiders webs filigreed.
Hungry birds, feathers fluffed, hunting for seed.
Clouds painted pink and gold by some unseen hand,
There seemed a sacred hush in this winter wonderland.
The bright sun was not warm like summer days gone by,
The west wind that blew so cold brought a tear to the eye.
Though when looking at that picture so glorious to behold,
I think I like to stay indoors all warm away from the cold.
So before you curl up by the fire with your book or embroidery
Wrap up warm and face the cold and see dawns majesty.
Behold the beauty all around in the simple things we see,
The pure white snow, the frozen lakes, a cold naked tree.
M Ann Margetson.©
Oct 17 1997
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