“Like mimic meteors the snow
In silence out of heaven sifts,
And wanton winds that wake and blow
Pile high their monumental drifts.

And looking through the window-panes
I see, ‘mid loops and angles crossed,
The dainty geometric skeins
Drawn by the fingers of the Frost.

‘Tis here at dawn where comes his love,
All eager and with smile benign,
A golden Sunbeam from above,
To read the Frost’s gay valentine.”

~Frank Dempster Sherman (American poet; 1860-1916)

Shared by Betty Hanselman
Gardener’s wife