Frost

Frost comes creeping oér the land
The icy grip of winter`s hand
Snow lies silent on the ground
As the wind blows freezing all around

Teeth they chatter feet they stamp
In the neon light of filament lamps
Tramping through the snow and rain
From here to there and back again

Wintertime is dark and cold
Its no place for the frail and old
The freezing fingers reaching in
To chill your bones and chafe your skin

But come the solstice hope awakes
And soon the chills will be replaced
With new green leaves and blooming flowers
Heaped upon the woodland bowers

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