Poem: Morning Frost

Beneath the dawn, a silver lace,
The frost adorns the earth’s soft face.
Each blade of grass, a crystal crown,
As light ascends and night slips down.

A whispered breath, so cold, so still,
Wraps trees in sparkles, sharp and chill.
The world in quiet, frosty gleam,
As if it’s paused within a dream.

The air is crisp, the earth is bright,
A frosted veil in morning’s light.
The rising sun, its glow unfurls,
Melts icy crowns from frozen curls.

In fleeting moments, soft and sweet,
The frost will fade beneath warm feet.
But for now, it holds the dawn in grace,
A crystal world, a bright embrace.

Thank-you for reading.

Much Love and Light,

Brenda Marie