Frost
The window edges are etched in white,
Fogged with each dragon word you say.
A crisp creeper has sneaked by night —
All plants stiffen as it breathes away.
Fogged with each dragon word you say —
Ice ridges form on the lovers’ arch.
All plants stiffen as it breathes away,
The mouths of winter chap and parch.
Ice ridges form on the lovers’ arch —
Shrinking against the clean, dry air.
The mouths of winter chap and parch,
Against the absence of clouds, we care.
Shrinking against the clean, dry air,
A crisp creeper has sneaked by night.
Against the absence of clouds, we care —
The window edges are etched in white.
