The Bulk Of Frost That Fell Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The Bulk Of Frost That Fell



The bulk of frost that fell
fell
on the sacred streets and
the more sacred temples and
the churches white
as the glum stars of night
and pale as trees and
bushes trembling in cats in
Hastings Gardens.

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