A FROSTY MORNING

This morning there was a layer of frost almost everywhere,
You could see it through the mist, feel it in the air,
And when the sun awoke on that cool autumnal day,
The frost sparkled like diamonds during it’s short stay.

The birds busy chatter on the lawn and in the trees
Have now faded to a few lonely calls carried on the breeze,
Although the hardy flowers still brightly bloom,
If these cruel frosts continue they will meet their doom.

For summer is dead and gone, bright fall taken her place,
But fall’s life is too short lived in all her beauty and grace,
For all too soon winter will come with frosty fingers cold,
Bringing with it, it’s own pristine beauty, lovely to behold.

Yet, I always shudder when through the morning mist I see
The first hard frost come in it’s warning, cruel beauty,
For it means that fall is almost over, giving her best always,
Another year almost over, now the start of cold winter days.

M Ann Margetson © October 8, 2000
2000/Afrostym