you come on frosted wings



you come on frosted wings
creeping along the glass in morning
breath of a new day
new hope and love
that clings to the tiny hairs
on my face
I watch the intricate design
grow and change
as you take your time
with the sunrise
to form in your perfect way
this day
any day
not even my hand
flat against you can
stop you from changing
how I see the world outside
you are a wonderland
and I am just beginning

leigh-anne fraser

Published by Leigh-Anne Fraser

writer, poet, photographer, artist, illustrator, knitter,friend and fine pancake flipper

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