Frost

You are a benevolent visitor Inaudible as my dreams Everything you touch Turns to crystal and white Oh how my eyes delight In your beautiful patterns As you lay quietly upon glass Can you stay forever? My flesh abhors you For the sting you administer yet Autumn's half-stripped trees Wear you as a morning garment I do blame the sun As it shortens your reign Your brevity intensifies my desire To see you on the morrow

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