At First Frost Dewfrozenon grass bladesfirst frost comes latecrunching under bootssudden change of seasonsas December tumbles downcold air clashes with bitter windsbare branches of the maples tremblescored and stripped of their remaining brown leavesalabaster clouds gather overheadsignaling their steely intentionsa gentle hush comes over mewhite snow speaks in silent tonguesreleasing pristine flakesand I breathe deeplyasContinue reading “At First Frost”
