Filigree wonders on morning's window pane
Which frost, drunken with coldness did paint.
Drowsy still, you wipe your eyes in awe
Of the brilliance which almost gets you blind.
In passionate mood of a gardener
Nature grants us these bouquets of magic
Neither for a vase nor a bunch of fragrance
Ice blossoms are delightful and nostalgic.
As you wish to find out if it's snowing
Do warmly breathe a hole into this ice,
Discover from indoors trees and roofs are white
Glittering like the stars wide in the skies.
"Dead Winter"? No! Let us enjoy its offers.
Dreams arise, interweave with thoughts and flow
By these precious wintry blossoms, like witness
For nature's hibernation making flowers grow.
