fauxcroft

Crystal images created by the morning frost

Nine of its beauty to me is ever lost,

I see the finesse of the spun webs

How could we live in this world and not feel blessed,

Of nature it’s true I very much obsessed

I see the white coat covering the green grass blades,

Crisp and fresh covering this vale

I could create so many images of such tales,

To not see this would be to me a total fail.