Winter Art
Feathery-flowers and fairy-folk
danced on my window today;
Frosted trees and butterfly wings saucily had their say.
January-Jack had used the cold
to benefit his pen;
The sketches done on my window-pane amaze me again and again.
Frigid temps may keep me inside
but I look at the best of art;
Nature's frosty winter cold year-after-year plays its part.
Of course it's the sun, shining
its light, that makes the diamonds dance;
Snowflake prisms are everywhere - you only have to glance.
Winter may not be my favourite
season - it's the scenery that I love;
Glassy, glossy, frosted white - falling from the brush up above.
God knows that winter is blustery
and cold so His angel-artists do their best;
Frosted paintings on window panes - north, south, east and west.
Joan Adams Burchell
(January 18, 2005)
(copyright)
