Shuffling feet in a
brisky breeze
lifeless chill wraps
like a frozen afghan
foggy breath and
brick-red ears
nerves screaming
and nose streaming
Steady snow sails soundly
to a steel-solid ground,
and on the cheeks of a
frostbitten face,
looking up at the glow
of a blue-white moon
smiling down sweetly upon
the hopeless one.

11/14/08 a hair past midnight

11/16/2008

Author's Note: My first attempt at a Frosty poem...:)

Posted on 11/16/2008
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