There is a certain magic <br />To the first frost of the year <br />When autumn’s golden halo <br />Has been kissed by Winter’s cheer. <br /> <br />As the sun climbs over the horizon <br />Your breath’s vapors become unfurled <br />Like plumes of steam rising from within <br />Its warmth in the chill revealed. <br /> <br />Every twig, every branch, every blade of grass <br />Every surface that one can see <br />Has been adorned as though from high above <br />As though diamonds are now given for free. <br /> <br />Every surface has delightfully been adorned <br />With a million gems thrown from the sky <br />Having been touched with Jack Frost’s icy caress <br />Winter’s love of autumn cannot be denied. <br /> <br />(November 30, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin USA) <br /> <br />(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved<br /><br />Christine A Kysely<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/first-frost-3/
