A blooming unlike any other

Frost dances its samba,

a three-way with the sky and earth

to fall upon surly trees, devoid of

their vibrant leaves

and lend them a new splendor.

The days grow ever-shorter

so ropes of light

unfold, a grand show of force against the

murky dark.

Lying on the ground, before winter forms its

city of crystal

there is only quiet

awaiting a blooming

unlike any other.