The nocturnal moon shines down,
upon the newborn leaves;
hoarfrost is lurking in the shadows,
like a malingering band of thieves.
The lunar orb can only watch,
as they plan their evil spells;
while unsuspecting buds are coaxed,
from their protective shells.
Life is only a moment away,
but death is just as near;
the tiny foliage yearns to grow,
naïve to any fear.
Aurora peeks over the horizon,
frustrated rime is chased away;
it will have to wait till harvest moon,
genesis has seized the day.