Black lace

The days are short,

the sun a spark

hung thin between

the dark and dark

Fat snowy footsteps

Track the floor

And parkas pile up

Near the door

The river is

a frozen place

Held still beneath

The trees' black lace

The sky is low

the wind is gray

the radiator

Purrs all day

                                                Poems by John Updike, A Child's Calender

I recently discovered this beautiful book with a poem for every month of the year

The part that struck me is how he described the trees as being black lace

Isn't it beautiful

I've always eyed these twiggy trees during winter, right before they sprout green, but could never quite describe their simple beauty. - Black Lace is definitely fitting

A while back I discovered a beautiful piece of black lace in my attic... and made these

For another neat option using a frame check out Amy's creative blog Polkadotpear  

full of great ideas!