Frigid
By Kate H
Published 15 June 2022
And suddenly, the woodland has bared in branches.
The days now clothe the new season,
Like a bride.
And though cold and pale,
Its exquisite beauty fills my eyes with such incompatible warmth.
I shall carry this grace with me; in my soul.
Until she frigid,
In the last hours,
With frosted lips,
Kisses the newly born Spring.