Winter's Frost

Frost finally broke the spirit of the last dogwood leaf.
I watched it fall, spiraling down to the ice-tipped grass.
A vision to appreciate on a cold winter morning,
poignant and timeless like a touch of lace on skin.

December days are wrapped in chilly blankets,
a cocoon of forgotten dreams embossed in frost.
Though I won’t admit it, I try to ambush winter,
so I can reclaim those dreams, even if they’re dying.

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Winter has chilled me tonight.