Wednesday, January 8, 2014

An Ode to Frost

It crawls up the windows
And dapples the grass;
It festoons the bushes
With faux shattered glass,

But you'd only know
If you woke up on time--
Not long after dawn
Is the hour of prime--

For waking up late
Means missing the show,
Missing the sparkles
The glitter, the glow.

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