I love this one, and I'd never seen it before:
Frost-Work
These winter nights, against my window-pane
Nature with busy pencil draws designs
Of ferns, and blossoms, and fine spray of pines,
Oak-leaf and acorn, and fantastic vines,
Which she will make when summer comes again,
Quaint arabesques in argent, flat and cold,
Like curious Chinese etchings. -By and by,
Walking my leafy garden as of old,
These frosty fantasies shall charm my eye
In azure, damask, emerald, and gold.
~Thomas Bailey Aldrich
It is funny how where you live makes a different perspective on winter. Today we awoke to 31 degree weather with a little frost on the car and it was 58 by noon. I guess I could write a poem about the frost on the car but it would not be quite as romantic and lovely.
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