the sun is truly a glorious sight
as I stroll in the cool crisp morning air.
The grass is painted white
and as the sun languidly rises
it seems the fields are bedecked with jewels
as innocuous clouds drift slowly by.
Mist rolls over the golf course
and my breath is like ectoplasm
as a squirrel scurries up a tree
with branches as if skeletal fingers.
It is a fine moment to be alive
with the frost mimicking snow
and the weather beautiful...for now.