First Frost
Bring your silver, in the dark of the night
to sparkle and shine in the first dawn light
The morning sun sets the blades afire
With with pink tinged opal and ice blue sapphire
Sing a sweet deathsong to the stubborn green leaves
I will not mourn for the branches of the bereaved
Your long cold fingers reach in through the door cracks
You've been gathering strength in the hours of pitch-black
The floorboards creak, groaning with age
They strain against their nails and express their outrage
They shrink back from you as their cells contract
Long dead, still the bones of those trees react.
Like a thief, you come to steal the warmth away
I curl borrowed under blankets to keep you at bay.
But the clock will soon sound and I'll put my feet to the floor
And join the chorus of the floorboards that cried out before.
Oh Jack, you are welcome. It has been far too long,
But first give me a chance to put my slippers on!
Happy 'First Frost' of the Season!
1 comment:
Do you just whip these out? Wow. I'm impressed.
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