Our First Frost

The first frost sparkles on the ground,

A crystal hush without a sound.

The world is filled with silver light,

As day slips gently into the night.

Cold seeps through walls, and windows gleam,

But here we sit, wrapped in a dream.

Beside the fire, our flames aglow,

We talk of things we didn’t know—

Our daily tales, the world outside,

With no rush, there is nowhere to hide.

The frost has forced us to stay close and near,

And share our warmth and cozy sphere.

A blanket drapes across our knees,

With mugs of chocolate, rich and sweet.

Steam warms our bodies with the scent of bliss,

We sip and give each other a tender kiss.

The fire crackles, low and warm,

A soothing balm against the storm.

Our voices soft, our laughter light,

Bright embers spark through the night.

We peek outside and watch the cold.

Embrace the trees in icy folds,

Yet here inside, it’s calm and clear,

This first frost is my favorite time of the year.

For though it chills the world beyond,

It always strengthens our emotional bond.

As we find ourselves alone,

The first frost solidifies our hearts at home.

So let the frost paint rooftops white,

I’ll stay with you throughout the night.

As autumn fades to winter’s chills,

This frost surely ignites memorable, warm thrills.

Dedicated to a Special Couple: Deborah and Alex