Wednesday, February 8, 2012

FROSTY




RIME TIME
Amidst the hush of winter's fog
Jack Frost slips silently, 
secretly depositing tiny white ice crystals -
fragile shards and spires,
sacred moments
as forest cathedrals breathe peace.
Trudy Peters








3 comments:

Anonymous said...

awesome. Elvera

Shelley said...

Wow! That's more frost-work than we've had here! Lovely images and poem! xo

Frieda Wedel said...

Those are beautiful photos!