Terry D. Sutherland

FROST

Frosted Farmland: LaSalle County, IllinoisIn the early autumn morning
As we lay in bed asleep
Loosed from summer mooring
Frost has wandered the quiet street

He has painted all diamond white
And signaled winters sleep
It seems he only works at night
And prefers a cover of sleet

He wanders the morning fog
And devours it as he goes
He has found the misty bog
And dressed it in sparkling clothes

His is a dark and morbid calling
But necessary we surely know
For should he miss autumn mauling
Spring flowers would never grow