frost – Page 3 – Leaf And Twig

Edges

in the places
where we meet
we find who we are

every edge
announced itself
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
bursts forth

sunlight on frost
the woods bejeweled
and glittering

Creeping phlox
sneaks up the mountain
stalking the last of the frost.

fiery redheads
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.

Winter
white washes
the woods.

The frozen world
creates the leaf’s
next incarnation of beauty

The stump
wears a stubble of frost
autumn’s five o’clock shadow

A sparkling of frost
gloriously gift wraps
the meadow.

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.