Frosty Morn

by Wendy Strohm


(Photo courtesy of the talented Tessa Herring who sees beauty in so much and unwittingly inspires others)

White ice encrusting evergreen leaves
Defining branches of lonely bare trees
All is beautiful on this frosty morn
I cannot help feeling glad to be born.

Crunch on the grass and over the moss
One little slip and the balance is lost
Dignity gone and a smarting sore knee
But still I grin despite of me.

Crisp and cold with freezing toes
And a red and dripping chilly nose
Finger tips frozen and stamping feet
But I cannot help smiling at all I meet.

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