Some early morning pics of Jack Frost 's beautiful handiwork on our cold and frosty Raven ranch.
The door was shut, as doors should be,
Before you went to bed last night;
Yet Jack Frost has got in, you see,
And left your window silver white.
He must have waited till you slept;
And not a single word he spoke,
But pencilled o'er the panes and crept
Away again before you woke.
For, creeping softly underneath
The door when all the lights are out,
Jack Frost takes every breath you breathe,
And knows the things you think about.
He paints them on the window-pane
In fairy lines with frozen steam;
And when you wake you see again
The lovely things you saw in dream.
Jack Frost
by Gabriel Setoun
What beautiful pics...even if it is winter ones!!
ReplyDeleteNow that you, or rather one of your dogs, are famous ....can I have an autograph?
Thanks Lynn, there will be lots of snow pics for a long while - you know how long our Alberta winters last:-)
DeleteCybelle all ready has "pen in paw" for autographs from her fans:-)