Frosted lawns sparkle like diamond strewn fields <br />Vehicles huddle in their icy shrouds Cheeks slapped red by frigid air <br />Every breath a tiny cloud <br />Fingers wrapped in gloves' fraudulent warmth <br />Naked trees bend laden boughs <br />Pale sun labors through opaque, iron-clad sky <br />And struggles to pierce winter morning pall.<br /><br />Elizabeth Coleman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/winter-morning-2/
