Hoar Frost
I awoke one morning to a world of white,
Something happened during the starlit night
Something magically glistening, a perfect hoar frost
And in its beauty I was at once lost.
It is rare, it must be just right
So when it occurs, savour the sight
Admire each and every breathtaking view
For blessed is the ground on which the ice grew.
Evelyne Chalk
January 2025
