The Magic of Frost

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I stay up late, pretending to be asleep,
and watch as the magic begins,
slowly at first, they emerge from beyond,
and mingle with all their friends,
all at once, they decide to float down,
and kiss every last blade of grass
leaving their footprints on daisies,
and creating a mosaic on the glass,
they graze over the sidewalk,
nudging the pavement along the way,
helping each other paint the tree leaves,
and they all roll around on the hay,
they giggle into the forest,
glittering by every piece of life,
and with one last chilled breath, they are done for the night,
the sun begins to rise, and their jobs are finished,
as everyone awakes to a morning frost.





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BabyV said...
Jun. 2, 2010 at 7:20 pm
your description of snow is really good and imaginative. (and i usually find over descriptive things to be boring) but u caught my attention and made me want to read more. this is a really beautiful poem
 
_ashh replied...
Jun. 2, 2010 at 7:28 pm
thank you! :)
 
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