White Sparkling Grass Poem by Elia Michael

The grass was paler this morning.
It was lightly covered in frost.
Sunlight made it white and sparkling.
Its normal colour, it had lost.

The sun shone brightly in the sky.
The air was wonderfully clear.
My breath rose in vapour up high.
And my spirits were in good cheer.

When I returned from my long walk,
Warmth had melted the glinting frost
And not even a single stalk
Of grass I saw was white embossed.