White Diamond Morning
Snowflakes gently falling, glowing like diamonds
In the early morning rays.
The sun reflecting off the frozen shore line,
Illuminating a diamond glow.
The hoar frost gently dressing up the barren trees,
In a winter's coat of white.
White mist slowly clings, above the frozen waterline
Leaving white diamond crystals, dancing in the river's dawn.
The winter's air hangs heavily on each breath, while
Gazing on this beautiful untouched winter's spot.
Copyright © Phyllis Babcock | Year Posted 2010
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