Majesty

Somehow
the frost this morning fills my heart up:
every sparkled ivy leaf
and blade of grass
and park bench
and car roof
takes on a kind of majesty -
soundtracked by the deep and lonely foghorns.
Jack, who is five,
thinks the fog is caused by all
the icy breath coming out of people's mouths.
It makes perfect sense to him,
as he skids to school on bonus frozen puddles.
Rooftops are cake decorations today,
the brightest white.
A drainpipe gurns an enormous frozen drip,
a lolling tongue of crystal-clear ice.
I want to stop and look at every single leaf and
icing sugared fence post.
A sentimental journey; 
beauty in the tiniest everyday,
frosted walks and
crunching underfoot.