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