Sometimes when winter stays too long
And brooks are longing for their song,
There comes a shining silver dawn
When trees of ice put jewels on.
Sparkling before our dazzled eyes,
They hold their beauty like a prize,
And we who look become more wise
While earthly riches shrink in size.
Poor is the man who cannot see
The beauty of such harmony,
This song of sun and sky and tree
Captured in icebound poetry!
~ Betty Hunter ~
It's time for Mosaic Monday,
stop by Little Red House and join
Have a great week!