of fog and frost
incarnation of hope
in the places
where we meet
we find who we are
declaring place in space
frost feathers the window
even the cold romances spring
traverse the inevitable darkness
in honor of the gleaming
of the morning sun
Precious bleeding heart
daring a hard frost
sunlight on frost
the woods bejeweled
sneaks up the mountain
stalking the last of the frost.
maples flaunt color
daring a frost
The pond has broken winter’s icy hold
but the land struggles to shrug off the frosty morning cold.
The frozen world
creates the leaf’s
next incarnation of beauty
wears a stubble of frost
autumn’s five o’clock shadow
A sparkling of frost
gloriously gift wraps
The spirit of Maxfield Parish frosted the ground
with a sorbet of oranges, purples and pinks.
A winter elixir that chills fairies’ drinks.
Grass blades grow frost feathers.
Every molecule demanding that their place in the design be realized.
Nature’s desire is to manifest gloriousness.
The first hard frost has taken all the leaves.
One brave bloom reaches for the sun.