How gently the frost

How gently the frost descends
         a breath it would appear
from the heavens
         from a cold heaven
that will warm at break of day

the thin fur of ice
         will melt and soak
into the land
         and what was white
will once again be green

adversities that come and go
         nothing major :
in themselves trivial reminders
         that life is process
that some things are forever
         and some are not

we who are happy in love
         will welcome the challenges
of the day with a peaceful mind
         we will batten down the hatches
and weather the storm
         buoyed by our belief
in the beauty of the rose
         bolstered
by the memory
         of honey on our lips
and the warmth of flesh
         on our flesh

John Lyons