winter's aching moon
shadowed behind icy clouds
crescents on my floor
It seems as if the bleak mid-winter is definitely upon us. When I arose this morning and went out early to get my paper, I was greeted with the familiar greeting of Jack Frost. The art was splendidly arrayed on all my windows. The only thing I could do was to get my camera for a photo. Each windows pane on my porch was different as is each snowflake, so they say.
When my children were small they used to draw on the winter windows with thimbles. Once I had a salesman call asking me if I needed to windows. He guaranteed there would never be frost or ice on the inside of the glass. I asked him if children could draw on the windows, but again he said no.
I told him that I was not interested. Frost on the windows...a lovely sight for a cold winter's day.