The hoarfrost traces the trees Like a boy on his knees Tracing a picture in a book. When he asks his father to look His father sighs and puts on his glasses. How fast his enthusiasm passes. Son and father go back to bending their necks, One to his book of pictures, the other to his book of checks.
The Tracery
The Tracery
The Tracery
The hoarfrost traces the trees Like a boy on his knees Tracing a picture in a book. When he asks his father to look His father sighs and puts on his glasses. How fast his enthusiasm passes. Son and father go back to bending their necks, One to his book of pictures, the other to his book of checks.