Fog Or Frost

This land in hibernation wakens to an icy blue. A cloudless sky still shivers when melting icy dew. Crisp are winter mornings that greet the leafless trees. Frost covers exposed pasture … a cold sun begins to tease. And so it is in mid July with hours of daylight lost. Exposure is quite dank and cold in winter’s fog or frost. Morning has an eerie feeling, when fog fills up the air. Wet is the cloud of whiteness which blankets everywhere. And yet in a morning shiver, their really is a minor cost. Spring waits around the corner … and so pass the fog or frost.