The Last Spring Frost
Misty fog freezes into frosty flocking,
Covers all branches
with prisms of white,
Converts the dark forest to a fairyland,
A mystical gleam
that brightens the night.
Gone are the drifts of wintertime snows,
Sweet frosts of spring
precede summers warm light.
Misty fog freezes into frosty flocking,
Covers all branches
with prisms of white,
Converts the dark forest to a fairyland,
A mystical gleam
that brightens the night.
Gone are the drifts of wintertime snows,
Sweet frosts of spring
precede summers warm light.