Verses in the FROST

Dear frost, you arrive in the quiet of night,

Draping the world in your shimmering white.

But it’s not just the cold that you bring to the air,

It’s a whisper of beauty, fragile and rare.

Perhaps you are fleeting, gone with the sun,

But the verses you leave have only begun.

Your lace on the window, your touch on the ground,

A silent reminder where hope can be found.

Life feels heavy, its weight hard to bear,

Neither soft nor kind, it shows little care.

And yet, you return when the night grows still,

Painting the world with a quiet will.

I see your art, though it melts away,

A lesson that nothing in life can stay.

But does that make you any less divine?

To vanish, yet leave your mark every time?

However cold the frost may seem,

It carries a promise, a gentle dream:

That even in darkness, there’s wonder to find,

A delicate grace that calms the mind.

So I endure, with your beauty in view,

Each step I take feels a little less blue.

Your frosted verse tells me to carry on,

To seek new beginnings with every dawn.

It will be alright, it will all be okay,

For even the frost finds its voice in the fray.

And though you dissolve when the sunlight appears,

You remind me of strength through the hardest of years.