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
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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