The Frost Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

The Frost



frost, for good is holding.
it the real winter,

is ruling now.
and it is skylarking

such a wind will satisfy.
not everyone such frost,

but the February right,
is based right,

on a threshold.
isn't afraid, of frost.

Saturday, December 26, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: winter
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