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.





Silent Sunday



I know should silent, but these are the first sunray’s that touched our backyard in ages. What a joy!


