Weeds as long as Diva hair.
Windows dark, indifferent stare.
Rafter dripping straw from nest,
Where beady eye - sharp teeth infest.

Transformed upon one snowbound night,
Into sheer beauty morning light.
Roof a blanket, deep...unmarred.
Crystal teardrop hide wood scarred.

Snowflake drifted scarf you wear.
Picture-perfect postcard where
No more old man of failing health;
Instead there sits a winter wealth
Of beauty in forgotten field.
Till frost of spring lay you revealed.

Thumbs down are not from me. I never give them.