Frost returns
stepping across fields
leaving behind a thin glaze
Deceptive sugar
He has been away
dozing away those humid afternoons
Frost returns on these grey mornings
Only briefly, as he is indifferent
He has travelled a thousand roads chasing after Summer
who swears she knows better
Summer, who knows he has left a trail of frozen tears
with each kiss
Frost, rolling in, rolling out
smooth dancesteps
courtesy of his mother
who knows a thing or two about
movement
.
thanks to my autumn muse | 
