
The frost will come
Still and opaque
No winds that wake
Nor hammering of rain
The air will chill
Breath to a cloud
Without a sound
Nor a droplet of song
Frozen in time
No light from dark
Beauty so stark
Nor sun rising higher

The frost will come
Still and opaque
No winds that wake
Nor hammering of rain
The air will chill
Breath to a cloud
Without a sound
Nor a droplet of song
Frozen in time
No light from dark
Beauty so stark
Nor sun rising higher
Outstanding poem and image Janice. Simply beautiful!
Thank you very much 😀
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