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.
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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.