**FROST**

Crystalline you bring the white   That sparkles through the dark of night   The cold of breath, the misting air   A touch of winter everywhere   And who, you say, is such a man   To launch this diamond carpet plan   To chatter teeth, his aim and boast   He is Jack […]

Adore

 Carpeted frost does glisten to me  Lain across dawn, grasses, and tree  A trillion jewels that will melt with the light  What an awakening from another long night  How is that everything can look so complete  Wrapped up in cobwebs and diamonds, so neat  I’ll linger a little, then run a bit more  This world full of frost is just one I […]

Almost Glacial

 A North wind’s blowing  Frost prickles the ground  Herds wrapped in sheepskins  Just wander around  The crows all have sore throats  As trees creak with ice  The world standing frozen  Especially the mice  A new January morning  Where white stands apart  It’s glacial all over  Except in our hearts     

I Wonder?

 Sugar-coated crispness laid upon a bed of thorns  Tinkles in the wan light of a birthing dawn.  A delicate moment captured before passing into obscurity.  I wonder: how many more such moments we miss?

How Cold!

The brittle fingers of a first frost  Have crept over my flesh.  It is a fleeting taste of what’s to come,  An early morning whitewash  Striving to glitter through urban fogs.  The last leaves of an Autumn shed  Crinkled and crisp beneath my feet  An aural accompaniment to the seasonal image:  How refreshing; how pretty; how cold!   

So Very Cold

 A frost on the meadow It’s early this year; Cystal awakening  Of purest white. Breath steams about me Soul trying to flee, But temperature forbids And returns it to my warm core With tail tucked between legs. So brittle a morning  No dew to take hold; No birds on the fields; No pale sun to feign warmth. Yet, a thing of dreams is this A result of […]

Frost and Thought

 Crystal calculations, Innumerable in quantity, You sheaf our world In sparkling delight. Painted over landscape, Scattered across morn, A porcelain awakening, Oft departed Before insurmountable beauty Is even known. To see an early frost Just born, Sprinkled over existence, Is to know creation  At its best. Then, warmth, And so soon later It has all gone, And all we are left with  Is a morning dew And glacial memories.    (Image courtesy Alliec on deviantart.com)