First Frost
written by: Anne G
@TheInkTruth
First frost of the season
awakens in me
pleasurable memories
of all it can be
Branches and boughs
sparkling like jewels
icy lace snowflakes
on cypress and pine
Great roaring fires
lovingly stoked
crackling and hissing
as logs turn to ash
Large mugs of cocoa
with clouds of whipped cream
fuzzy warm slippers
and thick knitted socks
Long lazy evenings
close to the hearth
dreaming of holidays
eggnog and song
JUNE 2016 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Why write? I write because I am: Driven to distraction by the inequities of the society in which we live. Motivated by cruelty, abuse, ignorance and indifference. My intention: To poke, prod and provoke!
"Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess." - Oscar Wilde
"Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess." - Oscar Wilde
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