Frosted Day

(I did not have the daily prompt set to email me and somehow missed a post this week … so here is my late post for crisp.  I figured with the heat that is popping up (at least here it is) we could all use a reminder of the other side of things.)

The frosted grass was crisp

With every step she took

Her breath producing a mist

Before her cooling lips

The trees held tight to frost

As a toddler holds a blanket

The winter wonderland reflected brightly

On this chilly early winter morning