A Touch of Frost

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.

With a wave of its wand,
winter threatens.

A gust of wind swirls the leaves,
sends snow flaking round the tree.

My love has a gentle touch of frost,
a blanched fringe at her curl tips.

When I look in the mirror,
I see the full effects, snow drifts
gathered on my own head.

I look at my beloved.
Her hair –
a crab apple tree
in full spring bloom.

Commentary:

Moo to the rescue with a little touch of frost and snow in his painting. So many images here. So many pictures floating through my mind. Still Autumn, and we had some snow. Not much, but enough to remind us that winter lies just around the corner. Enough for today. More tomorrow. And snowflakes and blessings to all.