Winter’s frost captures sunlight,
as tiny airborne crystals
linger in the air.
White snowflakes, crystalline,
gleam, laden a-top winter’s
white dress.
As particles roll in the snow
wind-driven drifts
blow over country fields.
Light, white, prism wisps
amass – rise,
swipe wooden fence post;
permit a grant for more snow
to lift then fall.
Icicle d branches
seemingly echo cold day’s – night’s;
stiff, thick with white frost,
frozen, immobilized.
The morning’s light drapes
a long, yellow, shear,
following the horizon
above and wold below.
A stream of sunlight,
yellow and bright,
strobes through
white capped evergreen
to meet my eye.
While many Chickadee’s
gather nearby in the trees…!
Oh, how I love
to see them feed on the
sunflowers in the feeder.
But the Canadian Flicker’s,
they, bargain for a taste
of the suet
as a woodpecker waits.
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