The first frost lays down on the fall grass,

saying “hello!”…….. for it has been a while–

many moons have come and gone since they have shared company.

November’s full moon rises —

as the moonbeams emerge–

they hit the frosted grass.

As the moonbeams and frost meet,

the frost begins dancing like flickering diamonds.

The sounds of the forest are muted as the frost and moonbeams dance,

old friends together in rhythm again announcing that

winter is lingering near.

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Beauty is everywhere, even in the night, even in the cold, even in the transition.

The seasons change, teaching us that even in the pain of change, we can dance.