The First Frost Sweetens

To linger here where time is slow,
To pause in this space just after the first frost
when  everything is sweeter.

To listen to the leaves make madrigals
accompanied by a thrum of wings
ready for migration.

Thinking only of wind and moon
that great gathering has no thought of cold;
they lift their wings and lean into tomorrow.

Guided through the day by sunshine,
they rest in dark of night, blessed
by the benevolence of smaller stars.

The flocks will return come Spring.
Migration is their nature, but I
will linger here where time is slow.

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4 thoughts on “The First Frost Sweetens

  1. {{{{{Francina}}}}}

    Have you missed you, girl!!
    (both here and at the Pub!!)

    I keep hoping to see our halls endowed with poems of yours
    as well as Zorra’s offerings.

    I know that time is a rare commodity, but nonetheless, I’m hoping.

    Thanks for stoping by and taking time with my poem.

    Hugs,
    Sarah

  2. ‘To linger here where time is slow,
    To pause in this space just after the first frost
    when everything is sweeter.’

    And so I have finally got back here, and these words describe perfectly how it feels too. Hope you are very well, Sarah. XO ♥

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