Frost At Midnight(For Lyn) Poem by Dónall Dempsey

Frost
etches a sketch

of its self
upon a window pane

drawing itself over
& over again

whilst outside
the moon

hangs suspended
above diverging roads

pondering which path
to take

as if it had promises
to keep

I just want to sleep
but I have miles to go before

reciting aloud to the stars
Walter de la Mare's

THE LISTENERS

to myself
to keep myself

awake.

The woods fill up
with snow

making everything
a ghost

of what it was.

The woods fill up
with snow...snow

memories of
long agos.

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FROSTY THE HAIKU

Tired old snowman
guards the child’s lost glove hoping
to be thanked with smiles.



GOING CHEEP
Real robin upon
the green plastic Xmas tree
outside the Pound shop

FEED ME!

Hungry fire cackles
remembering all the sticks
it's eaten...wants more!