Sunday, December 7, 2014

Jack Frost

 Someone painted pictures on my 

    Windowpane last night —
Willow trees with trailing boughs 
    And flowers, frosty white,

And lovely crystal butterflies; 
    But when the morning sun
Touched them with its golden beams, 

    They vanished one by one! 
 Poem: Jack Frost by Helen Bayley Davis
Photos by Lelantos

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