Frosted panes by lamplight,
Lace with glittering sheen.
Hoarfrost twigs at twilight,
Lace fit for a queen.
Branches bare in sunlight,
Blue lace across the snow.
Leafless trees in moonlight,
Black lace against the glow.
Web-like tracings full of grace.
All around us winter lace.
– B Salvin
