A Winter’s Frost By Marty Myre

As the town evolves and begins to slow Ground covered in leaves Sky producing; a winter’s glow

Sun had its time — days growing shorter Many people here Are now, South of the Border

Birds and Bugs — they need one another Nurturing life Like a baby and its mother

Oceans of crystals — sparkle the land Reflecting the sun Creating colors a grand

Every breath taken — inhale the cold Summer is over As the winter unfolds

Mornings start — with red on the nose Time spent outside Can numb the toes

Beauty of winter — It comes with a bite Walking under A moon-lit, winter’s night

Fun in the snow — Find your gear Mix your drinks hot Instead of a beer

With the winter’s grip Life comes at a cost All in the hands Of A Winter’s Frost

Dedicated to my family and friends