A Frostbite Forecast
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A Frost Bite Forecast
David J Walker
It was the first night of frost
Biting the fallow farms
Stretching its icy arms across
The plowed grounds
Touching agrestic towns left
Dressed in white
Winter, sounding its alarms
That its’ bitter bite is coming
Ice and snow soon to follow
Copyright © David Walker | Year Posted 2020
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