There is a certain magic br To the first frost of the year br When autumn’s golden halo br Has been kissed by Winter’s cheer. br br As the sun climbs over the horizon br Your breath’s vapors become unfurled br Like plumes of steam rising from within br Its warmth in the chill revealed. br br Every twig, every branch, every blade of grass br Every surface that one can see br Has been adorned as though from high above br As though diamonds are now given for free. br br Every surface has delightfully been adorned br With a million gems thrown from the sky br Having been touched with Jack Frost’s icy caress br Winter’s love of autumn cannot be denied.