The Year's First Frost

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

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The first frost takes its toll on a humble garden.

You were small when I first put you in the earth,

But already blooming.

Tiny sunbursts from green buds birthed;

A subtle beauty unassuming.


It made me smile to look on you,

Each day as I walked from my door.

Nurtured by hand and sun’s warmth too,

Until you weren’t small anymore.


But now the coming winter’s chill,

Has cast its grip upon you.

Bitter season’s first withering kill,

Your green luster now subdued.


There’s naught that’s endless – I know, of course.

Your death came to me expected.

Still, I can’t help feel but remorse,

Nor feign heart unaffected.


Though I know winter will bring joys,

And whimsies all its own.

Those too are but time’s toys,

Their conclusion one foregone.


Someday they’ll melt away,

Beneath the heat of the rising sun.

The dawn of a new spring day,

Will see winter’s glories gone.


And then I’ll plant again,

And raise with hands and toil,

Another thing to care for,

And smile at in the soil.


I do this accepting every time,

That someday my heart will sigh.

Such is the way of the mortal’s rhyme:

Though love lingers, life must die.


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Submitted: November 10, 2021

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Stylish poetry.

Wed, November 10th, 2021 7:49pm

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