The Song Of Frost

Etched in expectation

As it splinters on the glass

Spider webs of glazed sensation

Absorb the tree limbs, lakes and grass

Stretching like frozen fingers

Scratching the surface with a groan

A hint of moisture lingers

On your fingertips and nose

Silently it whispers breathing life into its veins

Growing as it crawls, until it’s covered everything

It creaks and cracks, consuming any surface in its wake

And when the sunlight hits just right, you’ll hear the frost begin to sing

Condensation captured by the wind and low degree

Making magic happen, as it all begins to freeze

Mosaic art appearing, in an instant, right before your eyes

Filling the air with anticipation at her magical surprise