The sun glistens
on the frosted grass.

Where there are shadows
the frost holds firm.

Where the sun beams play
the melting has begun
and soon will spread
until the frost starts disappearing.

That I have the eyes to see
and have the time to watch
this modest miracle
makes me glad
amidst the sadness all around.

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