At First Frost
on grass blades
first frost comes late
crunching under boots
sudden change of seasons
as December tumbles down
cold air clashes with bitter winds
bare branches of the maples tremble
scored and stripped of their remaining brown leaves
alabaster clouds gather overhead
signaling their steely intentions
a gentle hush comes over me
white snow speaks in silent tongues
releasing pristine flakes
and I breathe deeply
as time stands still
Colleen Keller Breuning © 2020
December 4, 2020
Ecrits Blogophilia Week 39.13 Topic: Sudden Change of Seasons
Hard Bonus (2 points): Incorporate the phrase “first frost”
Easy Bonus (1 Point): Use the name of a punk rock band (Clash)
SECRET BONUS GUESSES:
1. White snow (in blog)
2. Pristine flakes (in blog)
3. Frosty the Snowman
4. Dreaming of a white Christmas
5. Baby it’s cold outside
8. Raspberry Beret
9. Old Man Winter
10. Help me, I’m Melting, I’m Melting!
Topic: Christine Pic: Rebecca R.
The anticipation of dormancy is strong in this.
I thought I was cold before..
I felt taken along with the season’s change through your beautiful word journey Colleen.
Winter can be the most beautiful as well as the most harsh season
Great double etheree.
Winter definitely is coming. Your words certainly captured the season perfectly.
Commander K is looking forward to playing in the snow. 8 points Earthling
Winter can sound so beautiful… I suppose there are some good things to the season.
The photo has such a stillness, and a beauty about it.