In the immortal words of Monty Python...
... And now for something completely different! Yes, from time to time, I dabble in poetry. I'm no Yeats or Longfellow, admittedly, but I do like to delve into the poetic corners of my mind every now and then. This morning's brisk encounter with winter's first knock at my door brought some words to mind. I hope you enjoy. _____________________ Frost A chilling frost blankets all in winter’s dew. Arriving sunrise washes all in angelic glow, enticing. Strength of heart erodes facades, releasing joyful smiles. The warmth of day envelops all in shining glee, reveling. Day’s end approaches all in reverent apology, dimming. Hopeful longing for tomorrow’s light, releasing yearning sighs. A chilling frost blankets all in winter’s dew, again.