JEWELS OF WINTER
When the sun rises bright on an ice cold winter morning,
Just after the glories of a magnificent marvelous dawning,
The mist from the river filled the air with jewels rare,
As all the atmosphere sparkles with colours quite fair.

It is not really snowing, but everywhere sparkles with light,
And all that you see around is glistening ethereally bright,
Trees transformed with ermine where the hoar frost kissed,
Pines and bare branched trees it seems none are missed.

The patterned frost lingers all day in her cold loveliness,
A new light fall of snow did everywhere gently caress
And blessed the earth with winter beauty beyond compare,
As all the day precious jewels sparkled in the cold air.

The short day ended and night quickly came our way
With a different beauty than the bright blue of the day,
The full moon cast shadows on that pure white snow,
Giving those who saw it a magical ethereal show.

Stars and moon shone bright, the air is alive with beauty,
The snow crunching under my feet as I wandered free
To watch the silent beauty of a cold winter’s night,
Where few man made lights dim the glorious sight.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson December 8, 2003