Wednesday, December 2, 2009


In dreams, one might walk,
Wading through cool whipped cream clouds,
Toward the rising sun.

"Jack Frost has been here,"
My grandmother would tell me,
Pointing to the ground
Where elegant tracery
Picoteed the still green leaves.

Such fleeting beauty ...
Sun-kissed rime to crystal drops ...
Life is short ... yet still ...

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Poetry24 said...


Your post is a hit with me. I prefer the subtlety of frost to the blanketing of snow.

We had our first proper frost of the winter yesterday, and it was magical.

Reader Wil said...

Life is short like the grass...Great photos, Vicki! I am looking forward to having frost and a bit of nippy, sunny weather!
How is Elizabeth doing?*:)

Tess Kincaid said...

My grandmother used to tell me the same thing, pointing to the sparkling beauty on the window sills.

Lovely pics and words.

Vicki Lane said...

Hi Martin, I wasn't out early enough to catch the best of it -- just what lingered in the shade. Must try again.

Wil, Elizbeth's personal life has just become even more complicated.

Thanks, Willow -- grandmothers can be wonderful. Mine also told me that fairies would dance on my hands while I slept, if I kept my hands palm up on the pillow beside me. I learned later she was trying to get me not to suck my thumb (it worked.)

Eliane Zimmermann said...

our few hours of frost hardly ever make those beautiful decorations! but i'm not too sad about it. gorgeous photographs!

Miss_Yves said...

"Jack frost" is a character unknown in France !
Beautiful drawings of frost !

Vagabonde said...

We have had not frost here yet but I like your pictures very much – don’t like the cold weather too much though. The picture of the sky is especially nice.

Vicki Lane said...

I was happy to exchange Florida's truly awful heat (awful to me) for a little cold. Though as I get older and creakier, the cold creeping into my bones more quickly.

I don't know if Jack Frost is a US thing or from whence it comes. Time for Mr. Google.

tipper said...

As a child my parents would tell me Jack Frost had visited over night-and I now I tell my girls that too.

Lovely pictures of the frost.

Vicki Lane said...

Hi Tipper -- Evidently Jack Frost derives from British and Germanic folklore -- an elvish spirit to delight children! It's good to know the tradition is continuing!