My Favorite Things: frost

Here in central North Carolina, we don't get much snow...

...however, we get our share of frost on those brisk, clear mornings of late fall.

It looks a lot like snow, don't you think?
Maybe just a little bit?

The bales of hay looked like giant cinnamon rolls covered in sugary icing.

I found this poem that pretty much says it all.

"Frosty Morning"

~by Rachel Heffington

I've heard that in the halls of old

They plated everything with gold—

The chandeliers, the pillars, floors

With spoils from their latest wars.

Yet all this splendor cannot be

As rich as what is given me.

For every night as soft we sleep

Out in the dark, and midnight deep

A beauteous miracle is done

Before the waking of the sun;

And if I wake just at the dawn

I catch a glimpse of what went on:

Each leaf is clad in crystal cloak,

The grass glimmers in fairy smoke.

The rudest bramble, tinged with rust

Is sprinkled well with diamond-dust.

The thorn, the tree, the hidden flower

Are glittering with silver shower
And things that never caught my eye
Are regal in their shimmering dye.

This miracle is but for those

Who early from their beds arose

And I can say I'm wealthy quite:

My world is gilded every night!

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Friday, November 22, 2013