Icy air blows in such a tender kiss
The faded gallows, the seasonal shift
The passion of Boreas, we never miss
Because his temper, we ignore his gift
Erring in attention we fall tribute
To sardonic gestures of those above
Good intentions, they make to restitute
In delicate sweet ministrations, love
But how much can they possibly care
Perhaps much more than mere mortals can bear
The heavens far above, when shattered, crack
Sending forth wonderful beauty we fear
But when tired, restores itself right back
Returning those heroes we hold so dear
And so, with angels falling, can we see
Only near, in burning hatred and rage
In shivering triumph, immortal beauty
Lies ignored, we in our self-serving cage
Fear and abhorrence leaves us no respite
This immaculate, magnificent plight
Chilled gust, blows as with thee, Autumnal breeze
Pushing away debris, death, and decay
‘Fore time comes, the first petrifying freeze
Quietus, preceding, gets in the way
For that simple utopia of cold
As peace is irrationally disturbed
We create a visibly hollow mould
And any love for Frost’s art is then curbed
Let us embrace this, nature’s masterwork
For short-sighted goals, our duty we shirk
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 12:58 AM UTC
Icy air blows in such a tender kiss
The faded gallows, the seasonal shift
The passion of Boreas, we never miss
Because his temper, we ignore his gift
Erring in attention we fall tribute
To sardonic gestures of those above
Good intentions, they make to restitute
In delicate sweet ministrations, love
But how much can they possibly care
Perhaps much more than mere mortals can bear
The heavens far above, when shattered, crack
Sending forth wonderful beauty we fear
But when tired, restores itself right back
Returning those heroes we hold so dear
And so, with angels falling, can we see
Only near, in burning hatred and rage
In shivering triumph, immortal beauty
Lies ignored, we in our self-serving cage
Fear and abhorrence leaves us no respite
This immaculate, magnificent plight
Chilled gust, blows as with thee, Autumnal breeze
Pushing away debris, death, and decay
‘Fore time comes, the first petrifying freeze
Quietus, preceding, gets in the way
For that simple utopia of cold
As peace is irrationally disturbed
We create a visibly hollow mould
And any love for Frost’s art is then curbed
Let us embrace this, nature’s masterwork
For short-sighted goals, our duty we shirk
