The Promise of Frost

Thin and powdery is winter's dew;

A present from nature to you.

Painted on in the depths of night;

Waiting to surprise you at first light.

Icy glades and silent mornings;

Snowflakes and crystals forming.

Frigid air and chapped cheeks;

Slippery walkways and frozen creeks.

Windows wrapped in frosty sheets;

Woolly socks cover numb feet.

Evergreens dusted white;

Northern Cardinals take flight.

Animals burrow and hibernate;

Holidays and memories await.

Red and green lights will be strung;

Smoky breaths and burning lungs.

People reflect on younger days;

As time prepares the year's final phase.

Nations will gather to celebrate;

Stories of the past circulate.

Confetti and champagne bottles pop;

Friends and family don't know when to stop.

Hands and hopes are raised;

New Year's resolutions and plans are phrased.

All of these promises come later;

For fate is the ultimate curator.

Until then enjoy the patterns of frost;

You never know when what you have will be lost.