fairy-froth in icy court,

fabricated of earth’s tears

and Arctic breath,

magical feathers

to fly fears

in whispers

to God’s throne.


I’ve never seen frost like this.  My husband pushed some snow to break a walking trail, and within hours, the ground was covered with fairy-dust feathers of frost.  The atmospheric conditions must be just right to produce such a phenomenon –  why did it grow?  Why take this feathery form?  The  mystery and magic have me enthralled…