Sparkling carpet underfoot;
Do I walk upon a bed of diamonds?
Perhaps the Bifrost bridge,
As sunlight catches and rainbow hue
Transcends natural beauty?
How can such a miracle stem
From mere vapour and cold?
It enlivens my soul with dreams;
Dreams of Arctic myth,
Polar bears, Frost Giants
And of course The White Witch.
All this from opening my door
To a morning frost;
All this from one small crystal.
I shall tread with care and
Look forward to each new winter’s day.
(Image courtesy DaFotoGuy on deviantart.com)