The Wonder of Frost

by Kevin T McEneaney

White rime on the grass this frosty morning

When you caress frost, it melts quickly

Mid-winter can produce frost on your nose

Children are fascinated by white frost

Frost resurfaces childhood memories

Walking on frosted grass can produce crunch

That crunch of frost can echo in your mind

Frost means the death of many plants

When sunlight melts frost, I am quite thankful

I appreciate frost more when it melts

The texture of frost has a rumpled edge

Frost disables international talks

There is no frost in the words I utter

Whenever I speak to you about frost

Kevin T McEneaney

Author of The Enclosed Garden, Longing, and other books