Night’s fire no longer crackling
Morning sun on limber saplings
Bows taut, snap like gingerbread
Wait for the dawn to get cracking
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Frost’s music, waiting to be read
In notes written on paths less tread
Not just to death do they allude
Winter’s song bids us look ahead
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Listen to ev’ry interlude
Diamond wind chimes set the mood
A mournful winter’s melody
Whistling tunes of solitude
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Wreathed in fog, we wait breathlessly
For winter’s summer elegy
Writ in dawn’s ink, transcendently
Sung by birds reverentially
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A/N: This poem was Inspired frost and Frost, using the structure of his poem (mostly, couldn’t find the right double line to end on) and allusions to his imagery from this and other poems:
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Sean A.
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