the frost on the cedar

~

the frost on the cedar

a' dance near a creek

where ripples of moonlight

are all that I seek

as bristles now gather

and beams come to show

the bark with initials

of someone I know

beyond silent snow drifts

a chill in the air

this evening of promise

and thoughts that I share

collect every meaning

of yesterday dreams

the frost on the cedar

is not what it seems

~