I Write Poetry

[big]Frost[/big]
[i]Written 07JAN08 with two revisions. Second in the [/i][u]Elements[/u][i] series.[/i]


Frost
That old man Winter
Cleaves to the bone
Fingers trailing bumps on backs of arms
Gathering Cryptic crystal runes
Ceaselessly painting pictures
Delicately etched on windowpane.
Chilling Mystic reminders to us all
The need to Harvest what has been Sown.