A few days before Christmas,
a raw cold settled on the high plains.
A night mist had frosted the landscape,
and a sunless morning bled color from the prairie.
The world was tinted in daguerreotype hues ~
a rare and magical day.
The frigid wind cut like a knife,
but the bitter beauty beckoned.
When Jack Frost comes calling,
you just have to venture out
and explore the unusual and delicate beauty
of a color-drained world.