I am the uninvited guest at a party in December.
I find my place in the corner
and trace over windowpanes with my fingertips.
My limbs spread,
the shimmery whiteness growing greater and greater.
however I still go unnoticed by those in the night.
I shan't be seen till morning
when the sun's shining rays illuminate my opaque arms.
I glow like a pearl in the day,
until I melt away.
I am am the winter frost, that comes in darkness
and disappears without a trace.
I go unnoticed when I arrive;
I am the last to leave the celebration.
No one knows of my presence
until I am shown in morning's light.
Only some see my beauty:
my sharp edges, the vast expanses I encover.
but that does not make me less beautiful.
I have never met another like me.
I don't know what we'd do if I did.
Perhaps sketch pictures on a frozen lake.
maybe we'd simply paint
separate windows at the same party.
I'll never know though,
for I am one of a kind.
To you, I might just be a nuisance
covering your windshield on a blistering cold morning.
But everything has beauty, and, much like me,
everything has beauty.