A landscape transformed by fog and cold
Crystallized grasses and bejeweled trees
Dazzling and glinting in the sunrise
The slightest physical touch or force of nature
Will fracture the delicate crystals
So you hold your breath and get as close as possible
Then a death knell begins as a distant puff of wind
Slowly it grows, stripping the trees and grasses
Casting the flakes like diamonds into the breeze
A blink of the eye and the trees are naked and plain
Anyone driving by would never know what the wind erased.
When I stepped outside today the world was transformed. The skies were blue, the sun was white, and hoar frost bejeweled the world. I was astounded by the fragility of the phenomenon as mother nature used the wind to erase her artwork in only a few minutes.