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First Frost

First Frost

written by: Anne G



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

Anne G

Anne G

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
Anne G

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