The first frost paints the window panes <br />with filigrees of silver white <br />The artist takes the greatest pains <br /> to ensure that he gets it right. <br />Though very sad it’s also true. <br />His artistry is all in vain, <br />it only lasts an hour or two <br />before the glass is clear again. <br /> We can enjoy it for a while. <br />That is what we’re meant to do. <br />Tomorrow in his usual style <br />he will have painted it anew. <br />A different pattern put on show <br /> created there on my window. <br /> <br />28-Oct-08 <br /> <br />http: // blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers<br /><br />ivor or ivor.e hogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/frost-filigrees-for-m-lady-ernestine/
