Frost

Frost- thou pale ghost

Covers my window
As I look out to see.
Lingering, splaying the light
That would enter this lonely room
And become a part of me.

Frost my hoary foe, you creep
In silence, to leave your residue.
And await, e'en as I sleep
To cloud and freeze my view.

Frost-you are so cold with me
As frigid as lost love.
Never speaking of what you see
Like a rose trapped in a glove.

So I awake this newborn morn
In a room so cold and grey
To see your face on yon pane of glass
A harbinger of the day.

There is little that I would do
To melt your angry face,
Save to stoke the fire that burns within
And warm this lonely space.

Thank life for simple mercy
That works even as I sleep
To gracefully awaken free
And be the eye that weeps.