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
