Frost Upon the window, heavy and white,
The frost has painted its thorns of light;
Each blade of grass, each leaf in sight,
Glistens like jewels in the pale moonlight.
The trees stand silent, wearing a crown
Of crystal shards, like a king of renown.
The world is a canvas, both beautiful and stark,
In the chill of winter, in the stillness dark.
Yet within this beauty, a warmth we find,
For nature’s wonders fill the heart and mind.
So let us revel in the frost’s tender grasp,
And hold this moment in nature’s clasp.

• F T Palgrave