First frost breathes through crystalline teeth,
Steeping brightly hued blooms into a moon dipped
Weeping sleep.
I look down the garden now at the damp brown rotting garden and remember the warm days filled with summer fresh scents; butterflies and bees everywhere. Then came the first frost, it was such a shock but turned the garden into a magical place, frozen and beautiful. I am so grateful for nature. As the garden lies sleeping, I enjoy every day as a different day. I can see the birds hopping about and the gentle mellow yellow sunshine through watery leaves.
Lavender Moon: Artist, Poet and Lover of Nature 
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