Frost Covers
the Cornstalks
Frost covers the cornstalks
Shivers shocks to the ground;
Ice covers all the walks
Where all were wont to be bound.
Colored leaves of yellow
Begin patterning grass
In myriad winnows
That were in the trees last
Night and now rimed with ice
In the yard. How quickly
Summer fades to this nice
Transition that soon grimly
Brings the bitter snowy
Cold. Just yesterday I
Was playing, now suddenly
I’m old. But here awhile
I’ll linger ‘midst colors bold
To hold in frozen tableau
My memories of old.
I still can move a bit
And, careful on this ice,
The mem’ries with wit
Arranged on grass so nice
As if still suspended
In the trees.
October 2018
Weather is often an inspiration for my poetry and this is an example of that. Clearly autumn works as a symbol of aging and that's the case in this poem. I also just love the fall, so I have decided I need to embrace aging as well.
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