Frozen Rain Poem by Sylvia Star

The sleet comes tinkling down in a whispered melody
A white rain in a still, sleeping world
That turns to crystal the bare, brown branches
Of the silent slumbering trees.

The few yellow leaves clinging to the frozen boughs
Are glazed with glass-clear ice
Their fragile loveliness preserved
In a gleaming, jeweled sheath.

The frosty pines glitter like gumdrops,
Their needles dusted with sparkling sugar
shine with a flashing silvery light
Encrusted with gems of frozen rain.