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.
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