First Freeze
“The frost is heaven’s first applause.”
A window left ajar
welcomed the colder hour.
I heard the leaves, aflutter—
alive with trembling prayer.
The frost leapt in
and kissed my cheek.
I dreamed of the
staunch yard poet:
a year spent writing—
tonight, it publishes its work,
arms raised high
in praise of the Almighty.
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