Short Frosts Poems

Jack Frosts blackened deed

Tiny plant resurrected

Presenting "The Rose"...

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Where the frosts' covers are forgotten;
our strength is new life begotten,
with the ripe risen spring blossoms.

Copyright McCuen 2008...

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let the night last forever
I dance with the sister of Masimini
The night is the triumph of joy over sadness
Autumn frosts are gone,my heart 
is in euphoria...

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this weather
gotto get better
so cold my nose frosts
now I sleep
mind mind beeps
its about summer
am am a bummer
for that ice creams
I am having
WINTER
DREAMS...

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How beautiful winters fall returns
Natures time to sleep and renew
The wind helps the trees disrobe
Frosts kiss goodbye flowers
Leafless buds bestow
Only once more
Final act
Now rest
Sleep...

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Whomp…another clump of ice cycles, lands on the patio.

It’s good to see brother sun; he is tired of the cold.

His fiery temper quickly melts away, old Jack Frosts icy rage.


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Autumn crisp apples
bob in the rain filled barrel. 
Yellow frosts the tips 

of the highest leaves, 
and olive beige acorns crunch 
underfoot. Sunlight 

is gold dust chilled 
on the edge of the morn' sky.
Hot apple cider....

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Crisp beauty of winter's first breath
filters setting free
crystal pierced emotion,
grab hold of me

Clouds held out inhibitions
night frosts left behind functionality
dainty the flowers,
lost in misery

Blankets soothe the sleeping
the canvas becomes pristine
images erupt euphoria,
as far as eyes can see...

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Soon I will feel the familiar pall of dread
As the sun slips toward the horizon
And the north winds come calling again
With bitter frosts and bone-aching chills
Ice-encrusted limbs follow the cold rain
While midday is lucky if it sees the sun
I am lucky if spring doesn't find me dead!

written September 27, 2021...

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Morning dew frosts the window,
a beam of light stripes the room-
echoes of bluebirds trickle
among the primeval music-
before the world has woken up
a sip of coffee suffices
is enough to make you smile-
or reflect on that quiet morning
when it's you and nature blooming in moment
don't forget to swallow these moments whole...

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Stepping outside
The cold bites my nose
Eats my toes
Ices my cheeks
Frosts my feet
Turns blue my knee's
It's -8 degrees!
The cold nibbles my ears
Freezes my fears
Clanks my teeth
Oh good grief!
Catches my eyes
Takes me by surprise
It's so cold
It gets to my soul
Racks my brain
Rids of the pain
All in stepping outside...

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The last rose of summer is rapidly fading on the vine.

     'Twas once as brilliant as a splendid claret Bordeaux wine.

          Alas, autumn frosts hath wrought their deadly sting.

               Thankfully, another will bring me pleasure come next spring!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2014 All Rights Reserved...

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It numbs my hands
It frosts my soul 
Plays with my head
This wicked cold
I'm petrified, angry
Frozen, can't think
Thoughts spin in circles
A mental ice rink
I want you to warm me
To melt in my skin
Climb over my glaciers 
Heat me with sin
Please hurry come burn me
A storm's to unfold
Flame me, save me
From this cruel wicked cold....

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I saw it in a film: his city is beautiful.
Snow is everywhere, the trees are crowned
with it, and ice skims the harbor,
frosts ships, going nowhere. Even when
he held me, there was ice in his heart,

Ice in the pale blue of the washed-out
sky beyond his closed eyelids, ice
beading his vodka skin, and
"You are hot," he said,  "Hot,
hot, hot..."...

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Gloomy's the yard covered with fallen leaves
Winter's coldness comes with winds wet with rains
Lonely souls dread most the lengthy cold nights
A quick-paced life about thin frosts complains
A cocoon imprisons the silkworm tight
Burnt out candles waste their flickering light
The empty house is a daily sad thing
Only the beauty's worshiped in painting...

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Withered wishes
lick the sap of spring
and loose all they've held,
except all that dared to
winter in a heart
that clings where hope's
tendrils grow tired and
      brittle

and still ~ in their final
vestige of existence,
braved the relentless frosts
   and hold firm,
even in their death,
the supple youth that will
bear the fruits of
   another season...

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   You swing onto the ramp of anticipation
     then sputter and stall, deceleration
   March, thy name is frustration

   Your southern breezes arise and tease
     ‘til night plunges the ground in deep-freeze
   March, your late frosts displease 

   Your rains help the leaves start to bud
      then your snows turn frail flowers to duds
   March, your name I spell M-U-D
...

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I have written a series of these word pictures of people who have touched my heart.  There are possibly more to come.


Connie

smile, bubbles of mirth
a gentle thrill of breeze
upon my fevered searcher brow
water witch of oceans, mother
conjures hopes of peace
then feasts of laughter
warmth against the frosts of doubt
joyful harbour, rest at last
within the love of Connie....

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Spring Was Delayed
by Michael R. Burch 

Winter came early:
the driving snows,
the delicate frosts
that crystallize

all we forget
or refuse to know,
all we regret
that makes us wise.

Spring was delayed:
the nubile rose,
the tentative sun,
the wind’s soft sighs,

all we omit
or refuse to show,
whatever we shield
behind guarded eyes.

Originally published by Borderless Journal...

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MY WINTER WINDOW
~~~~~~~~~~~

out of my winter window
tree buds, springtimes glow
hazel blossomed weeks ago
not seen a great deal of snow
false security, still time to go
still, frosts and winds do blow
bluebells they should know
snowdrops, mm, so sorry no
out of my winter window
flora starting, to early though
'climate warming' I've told you so
all out of my winter window
...

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The Park Bench At Christmas

While sitting on a park
     bench after snow
I watch how lamplight makes
     the landscape glow.
As polar gales descend 
    in crystal dreams
When snowfall frosts the 
    grove of evergreens,
Icicles form on limbs 
    of barren trees...
An enchanting tableau 
    of winter's freeze.

December 1, 2018
The Park Bench At Christmas Contest
Sponsor Sara Kendrick
Picture # 4...

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Before you bloomed for me alone,
You had to taste the bitter rains,
And face the heat of scorching droughts,
Until your thorns grew strong and sharp

Before I felt your petals bright,
And gently held your slender stem,
You had to suffer aching frosts,
Until the warmth of Spring began

Before my heart could swell again,
With everything I thought I'd lost,
You had to grow through darkest nights,
To know day's welcome dawn....

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24/3/22
                   Weather Forecast

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  Today's weather forecast,
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  Bitter frosts on Monday,
  Sunshine the next,
  Rain on Sunday,
  But the sunshine's the best!
  Thunder storms,
  Heavily the rain falls,
  It is good for the lawns.
  I wake up wondering,
  What will today's weather be?
  Beautiful sunshine the summer will bring!

    Sponsored by : Matt Calin...

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Cake is the thing which betters ~
The leanness of my soul ~
And frosts ornate the naked plate ~
And pleases one ~ and all ~

And sweetest ~ is the bite ~ that's warm
A sinful sugared slice ~
Though sorely adding to my form
I shan't abash the price ~

I've tasted as a chilly dish ~
Eaten at dawn and noon ~
Yet ~ never ~ in regret or wish,
I've left a crumb ~ too soon.

1/11/21

(a take on Emily Dickinson's poem 'Hope is the thing with feathers')...

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I nurse a dream of being a poet
Writing like Frosts, Shakespeares and Poes
Yet each glance at old works of poets
Sees my tall dream standing on its toe

Reading the lines so old and new
I marvel at arts which sweet words paint 
How so subtle their sharp curves hue
Fair etiquettes on a soulful chant 

I stand before the picture of my dream
Watching its shadow meet the face of the sun
With sparkles and glitters in streams
Words of old have my dream reborn...

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