The holly bush bows, to
Stillness of spiked frosted grass
Neater than a teenage head
Spiraled with gel.
Distance is humbled by morning light.
Jet lines traverse the horizon
Birds perched on wire lines, twitching.
I stand in awe
The curtains drawn.
The silence
The light
Reflected on frosted grass
Extend distance,
The eye beholds.
Awakened from a restless dream
I linger and watch unfolding
Beauty and a mystic scene.
And this will fade away
As the beauty in her face
In time