driving home

a rosy hue

rises soft over

a sleeping

white frosted

prairie field,

each blade

of grass,

millions

bathed in

purest of icy

crystals,

an infinite

landscape of

column, needle

plate and

rime formation,

each one

reflecting

the sun’s

colored spectrum-

scintillating

quiet hexagons

resting, still,

like the purest

sweet

honeycomb

of sleeping

bees

Barbara – January 7, 2019