Frost

a carpet of frost
woven from the morning dew
spreads across the grass
–
wrought iron trellis-
late autumn roses
frosted with white

a fire in the hearth-
my well worn leather arm chair
and a mug of tea
–
frosted glass-
your cold feet
under my legs

warm morning sunlight
the dawn breaking in the trees
over frosted vines
–
plumes of breath-
the starlit
ice wine harvest

icy autumn breath
a sliver of the full moon
gazes down on me
–
morning run-
frozen leaves
crunch underfoot

long morning shadows
the first sign of winter falls
from the autumn sky
–
winter’s finger
paint on my
window panes