First Frost

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