First,

The frost;

A feast of diamonds sparkle in the fields

And low,

behind the hedgerows

and the trees

Warm fingers wake the earth

And creep across the distance in between

Next,

The mist;

A restless curtain rising for the sun

Cut loose

Set free

From sleeping and the rules of gravity

And heaven-bound, travels

Until it simply disappears

Last,

The light;

A comfort from the shadows and the dark

The hand

Which guides the day

Until it tempts the moon from hiding

And they briefly dance

In Strange Skies