The First Frost

A hush falls over the world at dawn,

Like a heavy cloak covering everything with grace.

Autumn’s breath slips, quiet and drawn,

As the frost dusts leaves like silvery lace.

The world is softened, sharp edges blur,

In shimmering veils of crystal fur.

Glittering bright as the first light grows,

Stands the grass of icy rows.

Beneath the vast and pale blue skies,

The trees stand tall in a new disguise.

Lost in the early morning's tender bite,

Are the breaths that escapes in clouds of white.

As frost-kissed earth in silvers blush,

Birdsong breaks the dawn's hush,

Waking the world while sunlight creeps,

And warms the ground where frost now sleeps.

Just as soon as it appeared,

The frost retreats, its edges cleared.

Melting back and erasing any trace,

Leaving winter’s promise in its place.