Frost

Winter , when you feel the bone structure of the landscape - the loneliness of it , yet something waits beneath - the whole story doesn't show - - - -YET!.
This was taken from our bedroom window when I arose this morning,Not quite as frosty as yesterday but still a sight to behold.How can we NOT feel alive on a day like this?Beauty lies on every leaf of every branch of every tree, on every blade of grass, every window pane.All around is a world bursting with white light.Time to stop and stare and take in the beauty of a new day and all that it will bring.(especially the return of hubby)
Do you remember reciting this poem as a child?

Jack Frost
By C.E. Pike
Look out! Look out!
Jack Frost is about!|
He's after our fingers and toes;
And all through the night,
The happy little sprite
Is working where nobody knows.
He'll climb each tree,
So nimble is he,
His silvery powder he'll shake.
To windows he'll creep
And while we're asleep
Such wonderful pictures he'll make.
Across the grass
He'll merrily pass,
And change all its greenness to white.
Then home he will go
And laugh ho, ho ho!
What fun I have had in the night.