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.
October Frost
Published by Karen Yoder
Join me for a cup of coffee and a bar of dark chocolate. We'll talk about -- well, what do you want to say? I'll listen. Teaching is my passion, reading my inspiration, writing - a creative outlet. And Jesus, my Redeemer. I lean hard. "For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry." -Mary Oliver View all posts by Karen Yoder
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I like the contrasts here. The joy mingled with pain, death and life together
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