The early morning frost
bright and shining
is something that I find
absolutely fascinating
To gaze upon the rays of the sun
glistening from the icy grass
and sparkling from the frozen leaves
is truly nature at it's best
The crystals of ice blanket the earth
looking as if there has been
a snow fall in the night
reflection from an icy pond
glimmers of winter
I love this time of year
such a wonderful chilly season
When I gaze upon the frosty dew
with my breath blowing from my lips
I am always amazed at the scene
laid out before me
and how it mesmerizes my soul
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Cheryl E Preston
Cheryl is a widow who enjoys writing about current events, soap spoilers and baby boomer nostalgia. Tips are greatly appreciated.
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