Winters Frost Poem by Matthew Holloway
Winters Frost
Slowly it comes
Patiently painting itself
Across the landscape
Unseen by human eye
The purest white
A sleepless art unfolding
The grass and the leaves
Each spider's web
Caught in it's touch
Changed overnight
To be found in the morning
And each breath taken
In whispers of its majesty
Become a part of it all
This artwork this tapestry
This ode to winter
In all it's creatively
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4/19/2024 7:17:07 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This is one of your best - It has been added to my favourites, a 10
Thank you for your kind words, I am in awe that it's a favourite