(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
Leigha Robbins 