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When I awoke this early morn
I looked out upon a magic fairyland
Last night a whole new world was born
Nature had been making surprising plans
To paint the world with an icy hand
I looked beyond the windowpanes
And spied a welcoming winter's view!
Enchanting houses up and down the lane
With frosted roofs, and sidewalks too
All the world covered in crystal hues
Frosty art upon the window glass
Beautiful designs that Jack Frost has left
I wish his artwork could be framed to last
But as morning leaves, and Jack takes his noontime rest
The chill will leave, and the sun will bless
For Carol Brown's contest "Welcoming Winter"
To watch them pass on by
So pensive, grave, with winter in the lace
That shrouds each year that time cannot deny
A springtime switched to autumn graces
Has furrowed in their seasoned faces
And covers gray of silken hair
While all the world strolls by in haste
With a sense of reverence in the air
She lifts her languid eye
A wrinkled brow portrayed
Where lines of time and experience lie
Where every movement displays
The falling leaves of yesterday
Before the tears of sweet despair
Were spread upon the April day
With a sense of reverence in the air
Composed they stroll, arm in arm, thigh to thigh
Some say their worth has spent its day
She holds her self in calm reply
His world once used him by swift pace
Wisdom disregards the youthful chase
They walk to buy some flowers fair
Their youth is put to rest today
With a sense of reverence in the air
No tear should trickle from your eyes
No need to mourn for yesteryear
For sagely knowing what never dies
With sense of reverence in the air
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Inspired by Catie's contest Ballade Boomba
Beautiful to look at;
Glittering, shiny, chilly, sparkling, frosty, freezing ice.
Gently it started, a light mist descending from a leaden sky.
Looking harmless, clinging to grasses, roofs, roadways and branches,
Soon covering power lines, getting thicker and heavier,
It glimmered in the evening light.
Darkness obscured its total take-over,
Until the lights went out!
Cold came creeping into our homes,
While flickering candlelight barely showed us the way.
Suddenly a shot blasted outside!
No- it must be Ft. Knox,
Shooting cannons in the middle of the night.
The whole house shook and rattled.
Large branches, weighed down by ice,
Broke off the troubled maple trees,
Crashing onto the unexpecting rooftop.
One is followed quickly by another, and another.
Knowing to stay away from windows and glass doors,
Yet we want to see what is happening.
Apprehensive we peep out into the wild, yet still night.
Still only until another utility pole crashes.
Ice pellets slowly change into fluffy snowflakes.
By daylight we find a wondrous sight.
Hard ice covers the snow, more ice under that snow.
The world has become an ice palace.
Doors are barred by fallen, broken branches,
Yet still, we admire the icy beauty we see.
Even the smallest limb is coated with the frozen substance.
The world we see looks fresh, clean and white,
Sunshine turns it into a magic winter wonderland.
Ice- it has the power to stop the flow of life
As it is, freezes transforms, and redecorates.
It has the strength to pull down poles, power lines and trees alike,
One tiny, freezing drop at a time,
It grows until it evolves into a mighty, unstoppable force.