A FROSTY MORNING

                                                                                 by

                                                                     Josephine Montgomery

There’s treasure in my garden

Won’t you come and see?

Diamonds sparkle in the grass

And dangle from each tree.

Looped around dried flower heads

Are strings of snow white pearls

And underneath the bird bath

A hoard of silver swirls.

There’s treasure in my garden

Until the sun peeps through

Then my jewels melt away

And change to morning dew.

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