On an early February morning
upon opening the door I found
I could feel the frost falling
ever so silently to the ground.
With the dawns early light
on everything that was there
it was shimmering and white
with frosts shinning glare.
Frost had feathered the trees
and shrubs like angel wings
beautiful sights like these
come from heavenly beings.
Then as time passed by
it took on a heavenly shine
as the sun climbed in the sky
enchantingly and gloriously divine.
I couldn't't help but reflect how right
gazing upon this beautiful scene
that was such a glorious sight
could by humble mortals be seen.
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