Frost Comes Swiftly

Earthy smells fill my nose and leaves crunch beneath swift feet,

But sounds are changing now as the cold drops to temperatures we forgot it could reach,

Sweaters become more layers and costumes become thick coats,

At first, mornings were full of songbirds, but now she seems to sing less notes,

Sunrises are still beautiful, but darkness comes all too swiftly,

knowing what is coming soon, I look at the colored leaves wistfully,

The first frost with patterns so beautiful has covered the tips of the grass and leaves,

Mr. Frost now dances across windshields, shining along roads and crawling up the trees,

His sound makes bells ring in my head,

whispers of carols and scents of pinetrees fill me instead,

I think of sleds, shovels, and thick flakes, replacing the flannels, farms, and rakes,

Yes, Mr. Frost seems lost as he fades with the day,

But he'll return soon, leaving a different pattern array,

Indeed, his sound is different, perhaps only welcome to a few,

But Mr. Frost is coming, ready or not, he comes like morning dew,

You'll see your breath in the air, and sparkles everywhere,

Mr. Frost was never lost; he comes and then goes whispering, "Fear not, I'll come back soon."