The frost that abides on the blades of grass
in the early morning darkness,
will sublimate as the sunbeams rise and amass
and reveal the work of the artless.
The light will envelope a verdant day
and warm where cold was belated,
then tarry with a lush and capable stay
just as salvation created.
Taps and Ratamacues 
You really have a way with imagery
Thank you Tosha. I consider it vital to my writing.
You’re welcome.