Arrias & His Muse: First Frost
A brilliant full Moon o’er the forest,
The dogs give me the eye,
Mighty cold for an October night,
Under a cloudless lapis sky.
Dawn still two hours away,
But no deer to be seen,
Already have their winter coats,
Gray shapes in a gray woodland scene.
The leaves are all quite brittle,
Quietly crunching under my boot,
Something passes over head,
Followed by an owl in silent pursuit.
A distant crash in the shadowed woods,
As if some poor animal in the cold is lost…
And on the roof a twinkle in the Moonlight,
Dedicate diamonds, Fall’s first frost.
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October 18, 2024
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