"Natures first green is gold"

So says Robert Frost.

But the aftermath of Autumn

Is far more beautiful

The trees go bare

And collect our diamond dust

Sparkling like precious gems

Dangling all around us

To stare, is to be amazed

As the barren trees beauty is seen

Not by buds of gold

But from our winters diamond dust.

A spectacle every day

Even with jack frost around us

Its beauty cannot be killed by cold

Only strengthen it.

Unlike the summer soon coming upon us

Every week, night or day

Its beauty can be seen

Until the summers sun comes above

Then droplets become the dust

And soon the everlasting beauty fads

Ironic as it seems

Our most violent storms of winter

Leaves beauty and magical dust