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.