Befrost

[…] The faint wind of your favour, that but for a moment blew, with grief has part befrosted the small sedge of the eaves.

Yellow-ochre is the universal colour, and mealy granules befrost the caps (under 1′′ broad) and stems up to their friable, indefinite rings.

She came down creeping here to the black arms waiting now to the warm heart waiting rime of alien dreams befrosts her rich brown face She came down creeping […]