A New Poem Every Morning #2 / Poetry / Writings Finery October 26, 2015October 26, 2015 lindastudleyLeave a comment Frost feathers on leaves. A last chance for withered ones to be beautiful. # 104 Share this: Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading...