Frost

Frost

When the sun catches the frost fronds

This cruel winter cutting cold

Turns to a thing of beauty that bonds

Man to the country ways of old.

Some days it lies as snow

Like a sweet cake covering

And it is then that those who know

Go prepared in thick clothing.

Sun bleached grass greens

Whilst shadow thrown white

Rime remains, which means

Glorious sun comes with a bite.

A surreal sunset follows

Clear skies, and a starlit night

Brings with it pain and sorrow

As I hunker down with all my might.

Snow

Snow

It snowed last night

Giving quite a fright.

I contemplated

The prospect of emptied

Roads and full shops.

Sifting brooms and mops

For a long lost snow shovel,

Donning hat and muffle

To collect the wood;

Firing the soul that would

Otherwise freeze

As the winter’s breeze

Penetrates the core;

Fingers of the hoar

Frost through to the bone

All inside my home.