Inert, morning frost
A quartz-like crystal glisten
Optical prism
Water still to ice
Mirror, glass, as solid state
And trapped as opaque
To bird song
up in the tree
laughter sort
and gaiety
For dawn to break
with warming rays
comfort found
from cloudy days
To sounds so sweet
warmth entwine
embrace complete
To love divine
WPC: I’d Rather Be