the first of frost


the first of frost  (  tsorf fo tsrif eht  )

a dove above, a sprite of white

a skein of geese, a host of crows

the winter creeps as summer sleeps

with speckled steps & twinkle toes

a crunch below - the frozen grass

is numbered up & bags of crisps

the soft is off, the mud is stone

a circle sings, a conker falls

a sort of door, the hinges creak

a blast of brass & monkey balls

the air's a ghost - so wear a coat

a pair of gloves with fingers crossed

& wander on - beyond the swan

a murmur in the first of frost



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