Poem: Hoar Fost

[Had a pleasing and productive recording session
this morning...but somewhat spent...feel it's time
for a short poem...out of season though it may be]

Hoar frost...
on roofs and fields...
as I brace the brisk air...
and walk a muscular walk...
My mind is clear...
of fossils and ghosts...
My spirit is like...
a golden flame...
unflickered by winds...
and my heart is like...
lake water dancing...
under silver sun.......