Finding Beauty in the Frost: a poem

Glittering threads,frozen spider websThe fine details of life are made evident on a snow-fallen day.A once invisible breathescaping from lipsbecomes a cloud of warmthpuffing away. The moon herselfnever shines so bright,like a sunlit night,than when she hangs full atop a winter's land.The glory of sun raysmay be hidden beneath blankets of gray,whilst the heat lingers as memoryand the … Continue reading Finding Beauty in the Frost: a poem