Ice Crystals On Glass
My heart warms writing about wintry days,
Nestled inside while peering through the panes
Painted frosty by the winter wonderland feys
Their icy creations must have taken great pains.
Nestled inside while peering through the panes
Feet warming before the fireplace, sparking red
Their icy creations must have taken great pains
While I lay cozy and warm in a feather-tick bed.
Feet warming before the fireplace, sparking red
Their tiny fingers etching crystals on the glass
While I lay cozy and warm in a feather-tick bed,
Fine drawings I will later recognize as first-class.
Their tiny fingers etching crystals on the glass
Sealing them carefully with North Wind’s breath
Fine drawings I will later recognize as first-class
Until winter sun erases them in a warming death.
Sealing them carefully with North Wind’s breath
Painted frosty by the winter wonderland feys
Until winter sun erases them in a warming death
My heart warms writing about wintry days.
Written November 11, 2022
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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