The lines of frost across the leaves
Now deep within my face
And whence the once-brown hair had grown
The frost now takes its place
From Autumn into Winter comes
A chill that changes things
Beneath the dying leaves and frost
A seed
Of new life
Springs
I like the picture 😉 very nice!
Oh and the poem is good too!!!! Very, umm, poetic 😉 😛
I loved the photo (it’s from Dreamstime.com) and it inspired the poem. Thanks for taking time to comment.
Gosh!
Frost is never welcomed, but it can be appreciated.
It comes in due season, I guess.
Yes.. and it’s hard some seasons to remember the mere-dormancy part of it all that you mention.
Maybe it’s a sign for things to come…
I hope so.