 One fristy frosty morning, I walked upon the land Everything had turned to white, a winter wonderland!
Tiny little crystals on every branch and twig Standing neatly in a row on pine and cedar sprigs!  Tiny little crystals On every rose and thorn Shining like a diamond bright On this winter morn. Tiny little crystals dressing up the seeds Ready for the winter ball, even thistle weeds!
 Tiny little crystals on grasses brown and dry Made me stop and take a look and give a happy sigh!  These tiny little crystals Felt like grains of sand But did not last and melted when I held them in my hand. What once was dry and brittle in my garden brown Suddenly had changed to white and wore a silver gown! Thank you little crystals for all you had to say Such delight you gave to me on this winter's day! © written by Christine Summerfield/Feb 28, 2019
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