A Sharp Frost Poem by Liam ó Comáin

A Sharp Frost



Across the meadow
autumn frost gripped
the low stubble;
like a vice it held
its victim.

Hardening near by
top soil and preserving
foot marks like finger prints.

By a trough a freisian
prodded ice, in pursuit
of water, unaware of the
rising tempature as an ally.

Thursday, November 27, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: autumn
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Fiona Davidson 27 November 2008

nice picture goes with this one...thank you...

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