"The First Frost of Winter"

Beneath the hush of morning’s light,

A breath of cold, a sparkling sight.

The world, once warm and wrapped in gold,

Now wears a gown of silver, bold.

Each blade of grass, a crystal thread,

As if the earth in sleep had bled

A dream of winter, soft and clear,

A fleeting magic drawing near.

The trees, once heavy with the green,

Stand now in coats of frost’s serene.

Their branches, delicate and white,

Reach toward the sky in frozen flight.

A shimmer clings to every leaf,

A whispered secret, soft and brief—

The frost is here, a moment’s grace,

Before it melts without a trace.

The air is sharp, it sings, it stings,

It dances with the frost-bound wings

Of birds that flutter through the sky,

Their feathers tinged with winter’s sigh.

A quiet stillness fills the air,

As though the earth has paused, aware

That time is caught in crystal’s snare,

The fleeting beauty, rich and rare.

The sun, though weak, begins to rise,

Its golden fingers touch the skies,

But in its glow, the frost still gleams,

Like scattered diamonds, like bright dreams.

Each step upon the ground is soft,

The earth wrapped up in winter’s loft,

A blanket woven fine and deep,

A lullaby that bids us sleep.

Yet in the magic of this morn,

A sense of loss is softly born.

For though the frost may kiss the air,

It will not linger, will not care.

It comes and goes, a passing friend,

A fleeting touch that has no end,

Yet still, we pause, we look, we feel

The beauty that the frost reveals.

A frosted window, like a page,

Inscribed with lines of winter's age,

Tells stories that we cannot keep—

The frost will fade as daylight sweeps.

But in its wake, a memory

Of winter's kiss, of purity,

Will stay inside our hearts, to hold

A fleeting winter tale, untold.

So let us cherish this first frost,

For in its beauty, we are lost.

It is a moment, small but bright,

A spark of wonder in the night.

And though it fades, the season’s grace

Remains in winter’s cold embrace.

For though the frost may vanish soon,

Its magic lives beneath the moon.