Early Morning Frost

Drifting quietly over the slumbering land

comes the unfolding blanket of snowflakes.

They look like a flock of whirling stars.

Joyful and laughing, they gather in groups.

Chasing each other and playing seasonal games.

Or they drift aimlessly

like confused runaway children.

Frightened and alone.

The leaves bid them a dry welcome

as they lay there whimpering softly

about their Springtime loves.

When in youthful green colors

they bedecked the trees.

And waved adoringly

To the sweet, young blossoms below.

Occasionally one would sacrifice itself

and float to the ground.

Landing near a cherished flower.

There, for just a short time

they would bask

in its special and unique fragrance.

Now, those days gone

they lay dried and decaying

upon the broken-hearted Earth.

Restless, they move about in deserted places.

As the hopeless snowflakes approach.