When I greeted the river
This morning, I saw
The blackberry bushes
Brushed with frost
Delicate ice crystals
Adorning the hair
Of their leaves
Freshly bathed, in the fog
Still lifting, dissipating
And so it seemed
That winter had been
In the night
Had wrapped nature
In its embrace
Gently kissed
Its dark green tendrils
Leaving a sigh
On the air
And a morning, still gasping
From its touch
Unstuck Monsters 