Frost's touch

White lines of Winter's chill,

Heralder of snowflakes, not far to come.

Lines of lace, embracing plants, grasses, windshields -

Lovingly encased in designs, Nature only can claim.

With it, come the cool breaths, the puffs of smoke that

reminds us we are alive and breathing -

Breathing each cool intake, as if it were our first and last (all at once) -

so sharp and unmistakable.

We notice you, Frost.

We notice the signs of Winter's arrival -

the birds do too.

The plants all bent and withered, leaves gone - fallen,

to become beds under new ice.

Frost, you forget nothing,

with your blanket.

You make all scenery

connected, as one.

You are

Nature's large-scale

embroidery painter.