Frost Paints

The blue sky, trees, snow on their branches, and many other things are visible through the frozen window of my garden shed. 
On the bright background I can see what the frost painted on the window pane. 

Everyone can see different images there: flowers and trees, fantastic scenery, a winding road, sandy beach, etc.

 
The English poet Gabriel Setoun wrote in the 19th century about what the child saw on the windowpane when he woke up. 

Jack Frost 

The door was shut, as doors should be,
Before you went to bed last night;
Yet Jack Frost has got in, you see,
And left your window silver white.

 He must have waited till you slept;
And not a single word he spoke,
But penciled o'er the panes and crept
Away again before you woke.
 

For, creeping softly underneath

The door when all the lights are out,
Jack Frost takes every breath you breathe,
And knows the things you think about.

He paints them on the windowpane
In fairy lines with frozen steam;
And when you wake you see again
The lovely things you saw in dream.

                               by Gabriel Setoun

                               1897