ON A FROSTY MORN IN DIXIE, FOR YOU WITHOUT A CLUE, USA, SOUTHEAST..
FROST Cold it was last night, Frost there is everywhere, Wonderful patterns random, Glazing surfaces many, varied, What beauty found within, Candy for the eye, obscuring, Crystallization, nature’s brush, Images never to be seen again, Disappearing forever with the sun, Enjoy the sight, admire the marvel, While you can, for like life, fleeting is, Mother’s grace upon the world, If you grow teary eyed, sorrowful too, At the lost of such of nature’s treasures, Just remember, the cold will come... Sign in to see full entry.