On the ground

The silent sound

Of crackling frost

On grass is tossed



It sparkles bright

Small gems of light

Catching moonbeams

A surrealistic scene



Like diamonds free

Floating in a sea

Of green and brown

So much all around



Twinkling from below

It's all quite a show

Silently trampled

Willingly sampled



The quiet crunch

Of frost in a bunch

Of flattened grass

Such a hard task



To walk on glass

Splintering en masse

Shattered minds

Surface in a bind



The frost dissipates

Warmth escapes

Turns to dew

And then ... you ...



- tristram



7:35am Thurs 10/23/97