Frost

Frost

Before the light of day
the thin layers coat
what is calm and quiet,
unseen in the night.

As if Jack Frost
went leaping about
kissing each blade,
each leaf, each tree
with delight.

I wake to see the windows covered.
The light through the frosted glass.
The chill through walls it passed.

In my blanket covered
like a bunny in its den,
I run my fingers across the panes
to write in it my name.

This morning I breathe deeply,
a sigh on winter's come.
I know in month's time longing
I will await the sun.

But for now I'm comforted
that today the frost will melt,
the trees will whistle in the breeze
and I, shall once come out
to dance within the delight
of the clear and crisp day air.

My thoughts clear and bright today
as the frost upon my nose.
I smile at the thought of seasons past
and the peace it has left within.


- JP
(Jeannine Proulx)