I couldn't find a picture that portrayed what I saw that lovely winter morning, but this came fairly close.
Hoarfrost at Dawn
Tree lace so fine is etched against
The daybreaks muted glow:
A ribboned streak of baby-blue
With blushing pink below.
The shining orb we call the moon
Offsets the silvered brush,
My eyes sweep round the snowy 'scape
That is so still and hushed.
I scoff to think that pen and ink
Can show such beauty, fine
Yet try I must with clumsy words
To paint this scene divine.
Marilyn Friesen
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