Comment on First frost by sandara
The time of long naps and short days is here. Snows will be here very soon, the cold nipping at the nose. It is time for the earth to rest, the time for cozy fire-hearthed evenings is very near.
This is a forewarning, this is my task, I bring in the frost and thus follows the rest. But the winter times, while cold and dark, need not be bleak! My frost so pretty in it’s swirls and twirls, the snowflakes a work of art unto themselves, the stars hanging quivering my spider-silk-threads in the crisp clear nights. . .
This is a forewarning, this is my task, I bring in the frost and thus follows the rest. But the winter times, while cold and dark, need not be bleak! My frost so pretty in it’s swirls and twirls, the snowflakes a work of art unto themselves, the stars hanging quivering my spider-silk-threads in the crisp clear nights. . .