(from a walk around the block…)
We’ve had a whole string of frosty days… both first and second snow have fallen.
But best of all is the frost–
–that teams with Sun’s brilliance to turn grass to diamond-studded spears
and grace things long dead with crystalline beauty…
Turned earth lies like frozen crater fields housing frosted treasure.
Once-sodden leaves now shuffle crisp and fragile underfoot.
The chard is clad in ermine.
And every seedy head has become a marvel…
Frost, in killing, beautifies.
“For we who live are always being given over to death for Jesus’ sake, so that the life of Jesus also may be manifested in our mortal flesh.” II Cor.4:11