Silver Veils

Before the dawn, the frost arrived,

Silver veils where the garden grew.

It swept the fields, the branches high,

And turned the earth to glass and sky.

...

A child awoke to the sparkling scene,

Where gardens shimmered, silver and clean.

I reached out to touch frosted flares.

The sparrow perched, the world stood still.

...

A quiet magic, a gentle thrill,

Winter whispered, soft and light.

The breath I drew was cold yet sweet,

A call to cherish moments rare.

...

But as the sun began to rise,

Its warmth dissolved the frosty guise.

But in my heart, it lingers yet—

A frosted dawn I won’t forget.