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Frost Flowers

Frost flowers Crisp and cold began her early day. Weak sunrise lit the Ozark morn, And so obscured the landscape that others, passers by, scarce took notice. But, when forced to await The opening of the gate, the photographer's gaze captured the last of Autumn's colors Caught along the fence line, Creating a row of Delicate, frosty flowers. Crystalized vapor clung to wisps of woody stems. Tucks and folds of frozen dew Created spirals and orbs. Ribbons of mythical, mystical ice. A sabbath gift rare and wondrous.

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Uma Kapur

Date: 6/20/2023 7:20:00 PM

That's a very well put poem. Enjoyed reading.

Scott Thirtyseven

Date: 7/8/2017 9:28:00 AM

I really enjoyed when you brought the photographer into the frame. Nicely penned.

Michelle Waters
Date: 7/8/2017 11:16:00 AM

Thank you, Scott. My photographer friend snapped a photo of several frost flowers at my gate. I had never seen one before- heard of them, but never had seen one until that day. I had to capture the moment.

Dale Gregory Cozart

Date: 6/26/2017 5:58:00 PM

I like this very much. I was born just south(AR) but have never been back at that time of year.

Michelle Waters
Date: 6/27/2017 4:44:00 PM

Thank you. You should make the trip back. Autumn is so beautiful in the Ozarks, especially around the Buffalo River.

Chris Green

Date: 6/26/2017 10:52:00 AM

This was beautifully enchanting. A lovely picture you have created with your words.

Michelle Waters
Date: 6/27/2017 4:47:00 PM

Thank you, Chris Green. That's why I write.