Frost

Brought in with the wind, (1)
The icy blanket that soothes the grass
And covers each leaf
Crunches underfoot,
Destroyed without a thought (5)

Twisting, jagged, fragile frost
It’s tiny, insignificant flakes
Balanced on the edge of firs
While the wind bites cold and frigid
Turning warm breath into fog (10)

Muffled sound of snowfall fill the air
As the soft snow covers the world
And the wind and snow dance and swirl
Painting it all in white and grey
Blanketing the remains of an old day (15)
During the dim, silent hour

A pair of shadowed eyes watch
On an exhale of mist swallowed by the snow
Falling into her hair as she sits
Curled up on the roof (20)
And balanced on the edge

Thin lines of frost glisten on her pale cheeks
The sharp crystals covering her eyelashes
Leave red scratches under her shadowed eyes
On an exhale of mist swallowed by the snow (25)

The red lines stand out
Stark against her pale skin
Growing paler still as she watches the world whiten
Comforted by the warmth of Frost’s loneliness (29)