The Cold Winters Frost
Like a fairy tale dream
The Cold Winters frost
In the stillness of dawn, when the world holds its breath,
Winter’s first whisper brings life to the death.
Each blade of grass wears a delicate shine,
As frost weaves its magic, a brilliance divine.
Trees dressed in crystals, their branches aglow,
Nature’s own wonders, a captivating show.
The air, crisp and clear, carries whispers of chill,
Inviting the heart to pause, to feel, to thrill.
With each step, a crunch, a sound fresh and bright,
Morning reveals all its beauty in light.
Breath fogs the air, a soft cloud rising high,
As the world greets the frost beneath a pale sky.
This fleeting moment, so precious and rare,
Holds a slice of winter, so lovely and fair.
Though the cold may linger, like a soft, tender sigh,
The beauty of frost is too soon to say goodbye.
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Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (3)
Trees dressed in crystals their branches aglow. Beautifully done!!
Great work. I have always loved frosty mornings, and your poem can me hope that I will maybe see one in the morning here in the Deep South.
Beautifully written with a great cadence. 😀