I woke one morn crawled out
my ever humble place of rest I
set out into a new land
it still looked green but the
air had undergone a vicious
transformation all around me the
color of green was encrusted in
white with a crunch under my
bare feet it felt good at first
but I soon began to quiver
or the land was born
once more frost was now
fall was bloom in the air

J F P II
9/12/16As