A Touch of Frost
1
Cooler nights
have brought
a touch of frost
to higher ground.
At night,
temperatures fall.
By day,
they build.
I watch as Autumn,
finger on lips,
tiptoes
through the garden.
2
With a wave of its wand,
winter threatens.
A gust of wind
swirls the leaves,
bears tufts of snow
dancing round the tree.
I watch
as my grandchild grows,
my child grows older.
She has a gentle
touch of frost,
a grey fringe
at the curl’s roots.
When I glance
in the mirror,
I see the full effects –
drifts of snow
gathered on my head.
I look
at my beloved.
Her hair –
a crab apple tree
in full spring bloom.
Comment:
Nice to add a new poem of my own to this poetry page. Today’s poem came as a result of discovering Moo’s painting – A Touch of Frost. Painting and poem, painter and poet – a great collaboration.
rogermoorepoet 
Yes, I barely made it through the day yesterday and today is supposed to be even hotter. I’ll be standing in front of the refrigerator!
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I don’t why I clicked on like – we had some hot days up here this summer, with really high humidity. Unbearable. And last year we had forest fires and the smoke haze was terrible. We have an excellent heat pump / air duct / air conditioning system, and that makes life bearable in these awkward times. Alas, I am not sure Gaia wants us around any more. I think she is starting to take action against us!!! Not good news!
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Oh how I dream of cooler nights! Love this poem, Roger, and all its metaphors!
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Thank you, Tiffany!
Amazing how the paintings can inspire thoughts and words. I have been looking at the temperatures down your way – I guess you really need a touch of frost.
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