Monday, January 24, 2011

Poem Frost on the Window

I came across this beautiful poem today! It is exactly what I see on my bedroom window each morning!

Frost on the Window

They are the ghosts of the flowers,
the blossoms of fairer hours,
I see on the windowpane.

They died in woodland and heather,
But lo, in this wintery weather
their petals unfold again.

Mary Woodard
Prairie Pioneer

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