frost

was it frost? perched atop blades of
soft grass, gently sharing in the cool
that night leaves, awaiting the sun's rays
melting its impenetrable
mien, frost -- it was you that settled in
the middle of the night, flitting
unto this genteel plot in unexpected
welcome. Frost, it was, or so it seemed,
from afar sparkling, gleaming; but up close
you were only dew, beaming quietly to
yourself for as long as warmth held its
breath, it was never frost