Frosty Morning
The frozen dew embraced the grass
Where old trees boughed
With leaves of glass
I dared to waltz beneath the lights
Of sunlit diamonds
Cold and bright
The air is calm and world is hush
But eyes are bright
And cheeks are flush
A small warm hand in mine is held
As spicy smoke on air
We smelled
Calling gently beckons home
And reminds us
We aren’t alone
This poem is about:
Me
My family