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| The Kiss of Frost Untrodden and pure an’ fresh th’s morning.’ Silent whisperings during the night, With us, she hath shared coldest breath, Deception lieth in wait, Unbeknownst to those who awaken, Now, only do they see dangers in the wake, Frosted kisses do some take delights, Within the wintry snows gate! ‘Tis not all as it seems, Beware laden boughs, icy paths, Lurking dangers do hide well, Perils to the unwary do await! Tread well within whiteness, Beauty can be seen from afar, Admiring am l of nature’s shown art, Waiting am l however for the abate, When frosted spectres do fly away, Settling elsewhere for others to cherish, May season ripen in other ways, And not displaying in paling hate! Nay am l so adverse to her love, Upon our hearts of scorn, Warming with the kiss of frost, Covering dank darkness doth desecrate! Copyright © 2010 Rory Matier |
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Who would be the people who love this sort of weather. Beautifully written Rory.
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Many thanks Sadje, a lot of people love winter, the cold weather, the cold hard snaps, the snow — l am not one. I love the postcard beauty but that is it 🙂
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It’s a harsh weather to love.
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Yes very much so
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👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼
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We have had frost several morning in the past two weeks. Thankfully we have waited to plant our garden but the leaves that were forming on our grape vine were killed off by the frost. Hopefully we have seen the last of that weather for the season.
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Hey Ruth, we were quite lucky, out very last frost was a couple of weeks ago, but further north are still experiencing them.
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I love spring and fall. The harsh winters and summers and I don’t get along too well. A stunning poem, Rory.
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Thanks Eugenia, l prefer the spring through to the autumn, but winter is a no go 🙂
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You’re welcome, Rory.
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I love your poem, Rory, but the kiss of frost is my second least favorite kiss right after kiss of death.
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Strangely enough l get that 🙂
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