Frost

by David

a creeping ice lays over land

frozen, silent, sacred

glassy spiders webs

and glittering leaves

a holy land of snow

and all of it for me

inside of hearts

to fight the cold

a crackling dancing flame

and man must hold

each other close

to fight the stinging pain

and once inside

the outer world

has fondness in its eyes

as freezing winds

and colder snow

are flying, passing by

so we have time

to be so old

this dying time of year

to let go of

the things of past

that we once held so dear

and then emerge

with flowering glow

with sun and heat galore

to go through life

to grow and fight

to be alive once more

a creeping ice weeps over land 

flowing, springing, sacred 

Dripping spider’s webs 

are now alive, unseen

And leaves that bask

beneath the sun

Are all as green as me