First Frost

Chilled morning,
White grass,
Frozen diamonds,
Won’t last.
Sun’s out,
Autumn shines,
Slippery pavements,
Sparkling lines:
Red noses,
Steamed breath,
Gloved hands,
Hats on heads.
Jack Frost
Sneaking in
Winter’s coming.
Cold spells begin.


About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have an elderly dog called Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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16 Responses to First Frost

  1. Sadje says:

    A very nice poem.

  2. Margo says:

    Most excellent (yet again!).

  3. c.a.h. says:

    I love this!!!

  4. Di, this is fantastic poetry! I love the whimsical take on it! 🤗❄️

  5. jenanita01 says:

    You remind us of the beauty and the magic, Di…

  6. Wonderful and playful poem. 🙂

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