frosty crystals clung to
light shows on windowsills
they ran faster than their hands
could touch
on the run from racing time
streams of comfort left
rainy roads bare
to them,
nothing on earth compared

racing time

An anagram of luminosity,
      breathing the arrival of 
      life's awaking season now
                                blossoming.

Collected on windowsills, 
       brightening a households aura.
       A radiance breaths sunlight  
                                                within.