Upon The Frost Poem by Wakefield Mahon

Upon The Frost



Upon the frost, and all I've lost
My thoughts they now are dwelling
Once green and bold, then red and gold
The leaves a story are telling

Yesterday, all was gay
Her soul ablaze as autumn
Now cold as stone, I'm left alone
Like the leaves from my home I have fallen

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