As the trees decide which colours to wear
Mr Frost is experimenting with patterns new
Sap in trees is almost at a total stand still
Fallen leaves in the singing brook
Dance the dance that lovers now do
Eyes closed sweet dreams the mind will be fill...
The Goddess of green and beauty
To Hades she must now return
Oh how the earth will with longing for her yearn
Her absence for six months seems an eternity
To share her life and love between two worlds
Is the cruelest of cruelest fates to suffer...
Mr Frost will draw upon windows and windshields
Memories of the Goddess of all growth Horae
For whom the earth, wind, and rain feel Amore
Oh how for the changes in the seasons I miss
A drop of a leaf, a bit of dew, a snowflake, small
It will be 30° in the morn 45° before noon
A windy but tollarable nip, a wee bit of a chill...
I miss trudging in snow three to four feet deep
Watching shopkeepers with panic sweep
Plows running twenty-four times three
So vehicles can play hood ornament with me...
So many memories of autumns changing leaves
Sweet memories of Mr Jack Frost
Trying to live just for today, only for today
Yet, trying to recapture memories of youth lost...
JJSweets 20Sept20 20:57 hrs
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