The frost is heavy on the window panes

As though an artist visited last night

And painted every surface, though in vain

For all will disappear with morning’s light.

The fire from within is growing strong

As glowing embers slowly have their way

This masterpiece of night that took so long

Will disappear to share the light of day.

A beauty that we seldom stop to view

Appears in random strokes of nature’s art

A painter paints without a painter’s clue

Just doing what it does results in art.

If only we could all be so inclined

Acknowledgement would never cross our mind.