Frost’s Work

Frost’s Work

I look past the garden’s destruction
to the Autumn’s colors parading up my road
bright reds and fiery oranges calling
Look up!  Look up!

I want to look down,
Mourning the passing of summer

but the colors clamor

Look up! Look up!

Gifts are on the horizon
Autumn’s turning in
Is the medicine I need

Kelly Salasin, 2008

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