Dew, Frost, Snow

Little drops of dew tickle the tips of each blade of grass, as they glimmer in the slowly rising morning sun. The air is serene and cool in composure, with only the slightest hint of a calm breeze, to wake the drowsy eyes of mother nature. As the sun slowly rises into its clear blue abode, the dew evaporates invisibly in humid aroma. The grass feeling fresh, gives way to flying insects, and little rodents scurry around in search of food. The clouds above that were once orange in the early morning, have morphed into their more fitting state of cotton. The sun soon sets and the temperature too drops, as a harsh wind from the north as made its way down. All the charming animals, sensing this change, have taken shelter in the warmest of ways. The moon is now bright, yet not quite at full, and the stars, like grains of salt on a dark table cloth. The air that once was peaceful in mind, as turned bitter and cold much to winter's delight. Frost now covers the field much as a very thin sheet, and the grass now crunches under weight of four feet. As the sun rises over the tall Cypress trees, the frost serves as a reflective surface, to enhance the meadows luster. The clouds still are orange and slowly turn to white, yet the frost evaporates quickly, and a light mist fills the air reaching new heights. The littlest of animals stay tuckered down in their beds, as the air is far to sharp for their fur to protect against. The land is now in a state of quiet hibernation, as the mystery of winter begins to play its tune. Snow soon will fall and carpet the earth, with its unaltered perfection of blinding bright white. The clouds in the sky and the snow on the ground, become one in the same for the disoriented in mind, and what a beautiful thing, to behold this sight Written December 11th, 2001 © on Dec 10 2001 03:41 PM PST   0 • 12