frostflowers blossom

like silver umbrellas

stretching out snow cold

roots freezing ground

like panels of ice on a frozen river,

pale petals yawn at sunset

like a cat after its midday nap

revealing a stash of golden pollen,

stems jut up as sharp as a knife

digging deep into crumbling

ground as cold as ice cubes,

leaves edged with frozen shards

grasping onto nearby stems

in the misty fog