wonders

The world that passes by the school bus
is a lovely winter wonderland
despite the fact that it’s not snowed in weeks
all because the cold last night
and the dew this morning
frozen in perfect sequence to be a thin coating
of frost on branches of the trees
turning a barren field into the fae wilds with
ice that grows on trees
pale white all around
on the individual blades of grass
melting slowly in the sun.
Drip. Drip. Drip.

It was wonderous while it lasted.