Frosty Morning 1
Plants stiff with frost,
a solitary rose edged with delicate lace:
the night air has tightened the earth,
prevented birth,
but the sun's heat starts to melt
the shimmering specks away.
All is peaceful on the grass,
the ice is cracking on the river,
ducks swim out
to stretch their feathery bodies,
after a cold night on the river bank.
From Perfume of the Soil. Swan Press, 1999.
Copyright © Mary Guckian | Year Posted 2015
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