Frost

Morning dew clings
To Spring flowers
But not to Winter’s
Icy grass.
Cold makes frost that crackles
Underneath your shivering path.
It’s the lack of warmth that causes
All other things to lack.
Persephone’s gone, but
One day she’ll come back.

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