On Crystal Morning, cold and bare,
The sun’s bright rays pierce through the air.
The Dawn’s sweet breath blew through the night,
Sprayed crystal powder with air so light.
Crystals on the tender leaves,
Crystals above enchanted eaves.
Crystals on the wooden fence,
Crystals everywhere you sense.
Glint and glitter under morning light,
Like fairy dust spread far and wide.
Below the sky dyed blue and bright,
In a million crystals magic bides.
I step into the morning’s freezing air,
And feel the bite of winter’s cold.
But numb and sore I readily bear,
To see the beautiful winter’s soul.