On a Frosty Morn

Leaves glitter quietly, serene and slumbering, Beneath the frost’s quick breath. Amber, gold and mahogany – crisp as the voice of winter Shadowed by trembling winds of December, Hopeful and happy beneath the jewels of laughing songs, Inspirations drifting softly on the light of yesterday’s dawn. Leaves shimmer beneath a faded oak, Bleeding its memories for changes to come, Blessings to unwrap with the melancholic sprays, Splattering the soul with music in calm bouquets, Lavender, azure and scarlet – released by the mums, Who forbid the heart from letting go of hope, Shying away from the darkest parts of a nocturnal flow – Flavored with tender morsels of moments When beautiful was more than a word or a scene… Beautiful was like the faded feeling, the dream, Arising from the mist, swaying like smokey fantasies, Spiced with liquid streams who heal and gush, Pouring over the night with a moon who rises in naughty haste, And stars dusting off their radiance, promising twinkling, Twirling and dancing, reflecting all the joy that comes from knowing… Even the sky can see through the ebony dusk, into the magnificent web, A spider tends from the intimacy of a front porch swing, Wordlessly, ghostlike … Leaves abide the mystery of a night ablaze with silhouettes, Gentle followers… risking untimely deaths, Departing the moon’s glow for the joy of a stunning acapella Music unheard, yet its rhythms absorb the darkness, Sing stories of love and excitement, wonders beyond describing, Alone, the vision in melodious ballad, pours out perfection, Into the amazement of autumn’s drizzling deluge, reviving hearts, Renewing the courage of the colors in fall, Leaving only the moments before daylight To believe that thunders would echo into the dawn, Leaving the faded breath of a departing moon, Leaving the worn forests to feel their forlorn losses, As oaks heavy with acorns burst forth in song – Betraying summer’s smile and reaching beyond the first thought… Into forever after, where sun and moon cast their enchantment, Rescuing the dew at dawn and abiding Beneath a frost so sticky it paints every leaf and lawn, Erasing the warmth of summertime And leaving a need for blankets and sweaters, Hastily thrown across couches and shoulders, Always remembering the quiet blessings of 80 degree weather, While basking in the crisp, cool dawns – 30 degrees and less, Slashing the silence with a healthy dash of this unfriendly climate. Yes. Leaves glitter and gasp, Accepting the moments while remembering All that has passed, a past filled with peace, The presence of hope and happiness, healing… While the present is so desperately chilling – Even though we know God’s finger still painted this brilliance!