First Winter Charm

10 p.m. I peek through the kitchen windows everything is covered with the first patch of snow the car looks like a wrapped toy that children look at on Christmas shopping displays snow-dusted windowsills and trees

Gardens are merged to form a beautiful land of snow ice glistens on the branches of spruce trees the road is lined with a shimmering carpet of sequined gold, silver, and pink colors of water frozen and drowned in a snow carpet of the road

A window of the roof carries amazing frescoes a little bit of snow and a little bit of ice hide multifarious visual vibrations

At night the glass is reflected in the sky full of stars and against the backdrop of snow and ice creates innumerable compositions as if it wanted to speak look at my sweater woven from fluff and frozen sharp beads of ice that decorate me like frets hammered by the cold, but how noble and elegant they do not disappear until the morning

Each of these solidly hammered frets of ice holds on helping me to keep my cut to greet all the residents on the first winter charm