Frosted

The last day of November was gloriously cold:

A frosted universe presented itself —

Frosty flowers that looked like stars floating in the cosmos;

Small ice crystals in the shape of

Trees on the postbox lock;

A storm passed through

And left frozen waves in its wake;

A bird hiding out in the icy reeds

Sang a morning song;

And yes, even a rubbish bin

Transformed into something greater than itself

In the frosted sun.

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