Frost

Frost

In the night

The silent frost

Deals out death

Quietly,

To frail things

That creep and grow.

Its deadly power

Stretches far.

The living

Die

Soundlessly

And the world

Sleeps on.

Yet

You can pick up

A frosted leaf

And melt

The crystals

With

The touch of a

Warm finger!



26th July 1993


Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Maybe

My Father