Hoarfrost - That word alone evoked the poem.


Green, how I want you green.

Big hoarfrost stars

come with the fish of shadow

that opens the road of dawn.

The fig tree rubs its wind

with the sandpaper of its branches,

and the forest, cunning cat,

bristles its brittle fibers.

But who will come? And from where?

She is still on her balcony

green flesh, her hair green,

dreaming in the bitter sea.

Romance Sonámbulo
Federico García Lorca - 1898-1936

https://poets.org/poem/romance-sonambulo

That is Epic!