Marvel at the sparkle
A spell of frost and its magic
That quiet morning, the whole valley was dressed for the occasion.
There was a true blue-white veil, embroidered and embossed, intricate with frost.
And as is the tradition,
No need for a magician
The sun crowned it all
Before they could fall.
Like sequins ice shone
So when moonlight was gone,
Please as you must;
Before jewels are dust,
Marvel at their sparkle
In the rising sun
For soon they’ll be done.
