Winter Wonderland

Long ago when winds did blow
And icicles hung on eaves
Jack Frost would call
In the dead of night
And fill the panes with leaves

Morning brought such great delight
As we looked with pure astound
No hand on earth could paint so fine
An exquisite wonderland

Brenda S. Warhurst

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