Drizzled Paradise
First Frost
The tales of summer, ended
Autumn, her frills, released
As frost, it’s chill, ascended
Covering with frozen peace
Pearls of icy treasures
Envelope all within her grasp
As soft and wispy feathers
Cover the landscape in her path
Respite comes in quiet breezes
Breathing in gusts of ice and haze
As her beauty grows and pleases
Cast water vapors, for display
Precipitation in new form
Each unique surface masked and molded
Blanketed mysteries forlorn
Cleverly embellished and unfolded
As she weaves her magic spell
Like sugar sprinkled on horizons
Powdered imprints gently held
Reflect its likeness to the sunshine
Transparent luminosity
Revealed, mirrored in a glossy frost
Creating curiosities
All while Mother Nature yawns
About the Creator
Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (6)
Great poem. Mother Nature yawns!! Love that line. Well done!
Very well written and beautiful!!!
This is lovely. I adore the image of Mother nature yawning.
Stunning piece! 💌
This is a poem that speaks winter, and I could taste the frost on the tree.
Outstanding my friend.