Gone With The Frost

Melting.

 

She smiled,
but faded away.
Living in Winter's decay.
In glistening frost,
She grieved what she lost,
And was gone with the frost the next day.

Reviews

[Sara Henry Heistand]

This *almost* sounds like a limerick...
It's short and semi-sweet and gets to the point quickly; which is okay for works like this one. The line meter just sounds a little off. (If you haven't already guessed I'm a Nazi when it comes to something as particular as that. Yikes. >