For my grandson, who loves dandelions.


First Frost

The frost cracks and crazes underfoot

Despite my careful steps, tiny finger snaps

Of sound, shards shattering over brittle

Breaking leaves and the singed dying grass.

It seems only yesterday the little flames

Of dandelions flared even in the shade

Beneath the pines and by the holly hedge,

Leaning on the little ledges of the stone walk.

And now the wind bends their ashy heads,

Little puffs of smoke lifting and settling

Into their long sleep in the cold ground,

Dreaming of inheriting the earth again.





Poetry by countryfog
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Written on 2012-10-16 at 16:02

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Lilly Negoi
this is simply beautiful. maybe the reason for which it touched my heart the way it did when i read it was the fact that this morning when taking my son to kindergarten i felt mesmerized by an area from a field, covered in dandelions that were all, at their turn, covered in rime. your poem made that image engrave even better in my memory :). thank you!
and bookmarked :).
2012-11-28


Nils Teodor The PoetBay support member heart!
Beautifully written
A joy to read
Thanks for sharing
N T
2012-11-05


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
I love the fall. Its prelude to winter, my favourite season. Your elegant description of the sounds and sites of the little things, generally unobserved, is wonderful. Thanks, Fog.

Joe
2012-10-18


kip
Very well conjured, and a witty touch to the ebb
2012-10-17


Amy Valentina
Hi,
You reminded me of some of my good old days. So, I have put up something for you and your grandson (The Sea of Dandelions).
And also a reminder that spring comes around every year :)

LOL,
Amy
2012-10-17


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
When Jack pays a visit
You he's goner stay a while
See old Jacks finger prints all
Around
Fingose , feels Jacks caress's

Time to find the gloves
And wollan socks
Hunt fore wolly jumpers
It's Aurtam , winter not far away
Ken
2012-10-16