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
