Swiftly soon will come a frost, quickly drawn from a once clear blue sky that lay overhead just an hour ago that now is painted in vivid orange and violets that darken slowly to black. Its icy touch shall caress the world and numb senses as it awaits the moon to bathe all the land in silver limmed moonbeams. The rhododendron and laurel trees shall loosen leaves to hang limp and point to the floor like furled umbrellas. In this quiet, still world I shall imagine I can hear the ice forming along the grass and the rustle of feathers deep within shrubs as robin’s ready for the long night ahead. I sense that under my feet shivers a rabbit in its cold warren and my heart yearns that they should all make it through till morning. Comes the morning and at 5am the sky is a clear jet-black. Venus the watchful siren of the heavens is clearly visible enrobed by constellations. A thick white frost shall cling to everything, cars, trees, walls and over the days the repeated frosts that never thaw build up layer by layer each night to produce a solid coat of icy crystals with a snow like quality.