Intricate frost on window,
Nature’s brush, so finely cast,
Crystal lace, a fleeting art,
Captures winter’s beating heart.
Silent Sunday moves softly past.

Intricate frost on window,
Nature’s brush, so finely cast,
Crystal lace, a fleeting art,
Captures winter’s beating heart.
Silent Sunday moves softly past.

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A delicate and evocative piece—your words mirror the frost itself, precise yet ephemeral. The imagery of “crystal lace” and “nature’s brush” beautifully captures winter’s quiet artistry, while the closing line gently slows time, letting the moment linger. It feels hushed, reflective, and tender, perfectly matching the stillness of a silent Sunday and the fleeting magic etched on glass.
Gorgeous! We never get such frosts here (at least not in London and with central heating) but I remember windows like this from childhood winters 🙂
Nature’s art is just beautiful. I’m so glad you were able to capture it.
Beautiful.
Certainly a fine example of natures art
Pretty!