The First Frost in November
Cold dark frosty nights, it’s that time of the year
The First Frost in November
The first frost in November’s light,
A quiet touch, soft and white.
It paints the world in silver sheen,
A peaceful scene, so calm, serene.
The air is crisp, the sky so clear,
A breath of winter drawing near.
The trees stand still, their branches bare,
As frosty whispers fill the air.
Each blade of grass, a frozen spark,
Glistening softly in the dark.
The earth is hushed beneath the glow,
As night unfolds the winter’s flow.
November’s frost, so pure, so bright,
A gentle kiss from chilly night.
It tells of change, of seasons spun,
A quiet pause before the sun.
So let us greet this quiet frost,
In simple awe, not counting cost.
For in its touch, the world is clear,
A gentle reminder that winter’s here.
About the Creator
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)
Love the frosty poems that remind me of home up North. Good work.
A lovely word picture. Nicely written. 😎
this is how nature receives the poet