Fog Or Frost
This land in hibernation
wakens to an icy blue.
A cloudless sky still shivers
when melting icy dew.
Crisp are winter mornings
that greet the leafless trees.
Frost covers exposed pasture …
a cold sun begins to tease.
And so it is in mid July
with hours of daylight lost.
Exposure is quite dank and cold
in winter’s fog or frost.
Morning has an eerie feeling,
when fog fills up the air.
Wet is the cloud of whiteness
which blankets everywhere.
And yet in a morning shiver,
their really is a minor cost.
Spring waits around the corner …
and so pass the fog or frost.
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