nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
The First Gray Frost
The sound of the first frost whispers silent like the first gray hair which long ago, crept into my autumn ~ a chilling winter approaches, it crooned ~ i felt its sonorous breath as i wrapped my shawl tighter, shivering ~ and listened to the icy crisp winds speak of the season of my discontent now approaching. They spoke in brittle leaves - in the broken tick tocks of the frost-filled clock, and in the leaf-bare branches scratching at dusk's window ~~~~~~My breath became a ghost in the lamplight, curling like mists of omen-bound fog around the rim of my teacup.
By Novel Allen3 months ago in Poets
