This morning the Artist
Has taken His brush
And dappled earth’s canvas
In frosted hush
I awoke early
To a white-washed hall
Where each tree is a princess
Dressed for the ball
And I might be
A princess too
But somewhere I lost
My glass dancing shoes
© Janet Martin
First I gasped at the beauty of the gowns, ten grinned at the narrative voice! Sheer genius!
ReplyDeleteThank-you Susan, I'm preparing for an early Christmas dinner tomorrow or I would be wandering this ball-room, a true wonderland today!
ReplyDeleteJanet, how beautiful - the scene outdoors and the thought of each tree as a princess dressed for the ball - an image that will stay with me. We are still in the gloomy gray rain here, our princesses are still shivering, unclothed.
ReplyDeleteThey really do like like maidens stripped of their glory, don't they? It sounds like we're getting rain tomorrow so the wonderland is temporary:(
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