early to rise

first frost comes in hazy illumination

as mist rises from awakened earth

such cold hinders contemplation

while we patiently await vernal rebirth

but for the time we should celebrate

watching the morning clouds dissipate

we can see how many are truly just one

unfrozen drops cling, glinting in the sun

far beyond the trees mountains climb

cloaked in a blanket of distilled vapor

my vision sees blank sheets of white paper

like snows that cover the sands of time

in a wonderland of magic powder

that came falling from the sky

turn up the music a bit louder

as a caterpillar becomes the butterfly