Whispers of the Soul

Fall

Frosty Mornings

A whisper of winter, soft as a sigh,
Creeps in with the dawn, painting the sky.
Frosty fingers trace patterns on glass,
Transforming the world in a glistening mass.

Each blade of grass wears a crystal crown,
A delicate blanket, pure and renowned.
The air is alive with a chill that delights,
As sunlight awakens, igniting the nights.

Puffs of white breath escape in the cold,
Stories of warmth in the morning unfold.
Nature wraps up in a shimmering veil,
While laughter and joy weave a frosty tale.

Children dash out with cheeks rosy and bright,
Chasing the sparkles that shimmer in light.
Boots crunch on gravel, a symphony sweet,
As they dance through the frost with jubilant feet.

Trees stand adorned in their glittering coats,
Branches a-glimmer, where magic floats.
The world feels enchanted, a fresh canvas drawn,
As I sip on my cocoa, embracing the dawn.

The stillness is broken by nature's soft song,
A chorus of whispers, where I feel I belong.
The promise of winter, a season of cheer,
Frosty mornings invite all the wonders near.

So here's to the magic that crisp mornings bring,
To the beauty of frost and the joy of the spring.
As the sun rises higher and melts all the dew,
Each frosty morning reminds me of you.