Frosty Window Art

The window pane adorned with frosty lace,
A masterpiece of winter’s icy grace.
Each delicate pattern a work of art,
Nature’s hand paints the window from the heart.

In the stillness of the chilly night,
Frosty tendrils form a sparkling sight.
Like a painter’s brush with frozen ink,
The window wears a gown of crystal pink.

Morning sunlight brings a golden gleam,
Illuminating frost’s intricate theme.
The window becomes a dazzling show,
A picturesque scene that nature bestows.

Sublime beauty in this frozen dance,
Nature’s elegance in a wintery trance.
The patterns shift as daylight grows,
A fleeting masterpiece in winter’s throes.

The dance of frost on glass so cold,
A wondrous tale that’s often untold.
In delicate lines and curves so fine,
Winter creates its art, a sight divine.

The Winter’s Hush

The Winter’s Hush

The stillness of a winter morn,
Where all the world is draped in white,
Each sound muffled by the snow, reborn,
In the hush of the tranquil night.

The trees adorned in icy lace,
Glistening in the soft moon’s glow,
Nature’s beauty we can trace,
In the hush of the tranquil night.

The air so crisp, it bites the skin,
With every breath, a frosty sight,
A world at peace, a new begin,
In the hush of the tranquil night.