First Frost Poem by Pablo Cruise
First Frost
Down the Northwest Angle cross the brow of the Boundary’s claim
The northern wanders with no less purpose, than what it brings
Toward the River Valley from off The Mighty Range
In days gone short of purpose, it’s time for premonitions and lore
Billows breathe against The River will spill like sugar onto these braided plains
Temperance fetched by that ol man to feed my fears, touch me thin
Invade my crooked fingers, down my listing spine, linger at my splintered toes
I know your name
I feel you steal inside my bed
It’s time to hang the plow, barn the roan while this land lodges under shrouds of crystalline
Reticent soil falling sound reduced to mere footing and passage
Rest yourself, my friend, while we all voice our disapproval
And remember your loam stocked green and yielding
Time to bar the door, seal the pane and pray we see no fever
Stoke the fire to dissuade that shutter and sing something soft
For the ink of night will bring First Frost, my dear
First Frost with morning light
This poem really has a gentle flowing pace filled with the personification and metaphors that you employed to give this reader almost a melancholy and serene vision like sitting by the fire inder a blanket waiting on the cold forst to come yet enjoying every minute in anticipation
I think of the aging done by one still bristling within with fire and embers burning. And a repeated frost to bare it's head on one who recognizes the signs of aging. That's only one of several images I get from this wonderfully written poem. Congratulations!
Very beautiful - really enjoyed reading this. HG: -) xx
I am always nostalgic when I think of frost. Your last lines are superb. Beautiful work. I like this one very much. Warmest regards, Sandra
Pablo, A poem with some very fresh stuff in it. In particular I like these lines: 'the ink of night' 'barn the roan while this land lodges under shrouds of crystalline' A very lovely piece of work that takes us to a distant place. It is very hard to do more. Blessings, Bill Grace
Very nicly written about the comming of another season, I enjoyed the constuction of your words, and the imagery was so vivid....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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First front in the morning light great! great! poem.........Full of hope, well written heartwarming piece woven with words of wisdom.........10+++