Frosty Morn

I walk on a cold morning...
Grass at sidewalk side
is silver green...
Under my feet...jewels glitter...
I tap the ground
with my walking stick...
it bounces back towards me...
frozenness is a hard thing...
But there's something about
a frosty morn...with the sun shining...
that's clean and clear...
and lifts me beyond
the clutch of winter...
towards the time of first flowers...
............................Quester.