Listening to the sounds of the first frost
Pay attention and you will hear the magic.
In the darkness of early morning
When the air is brisk and cool
Long before the sun reveals it's face
The vibrations of the first frost
Make a joyful noise upon the earth
Delighting my senses with style and grace
Loud crackling beneath my feet
Resognates with every careful step I take
Like fireplace logs as they pop
The crepetation is music to my ears
Reverberating through the atmosphere
Each time my footsteps drop
Chiming loudly the ice particles crunch
Announcing it's their season
Frozen vapor crystals boldly resound
Sparking like jewels swishing and creaking
As I continue my trek before sunrise
Trepedaciously across the chilly icey ground
About the Creator
Cheryl E Preston
Cheryl enjoys writing about current events, soap spoilers and baby boomer nostalgia. Tips are greatly appreciated.
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