Frost upon a windowpane
Shards of light in ice-cold blue
Frost upon a dappled sky
A brilliant bitter hue.
Icicles hang from branches bare
Crystalline buds of fairyland
Mist of morning, mist of day,
Held in winterās velvet hand.
A spider spins its long grey line
Across the blooming eastern sky
A silken bridge of frozen time
Where sleeping shadows lie.
