Joy stole in with October’s frost,
Its crystal stems pierced the ache in my throat
While icy air froze dawn’s pink flow.
I turned to embrace the chilly morn
Remembering that seasons come and go
That songs mellow in Autumn’s gold.
"Writing … is discovering." Frost
Joy stole in with October’s frost,
Its crystal stems pierced the ache in my throat
While icy air froze dawn’s pink flow.
I turned to embrace the chilly morn
Remembering that seasons come and go
That songs mellow in Autumn’s gold.