A Last Sugaring

A clinging of sugared dusting, 

the glittered craft of frost. 

The quiet clatter of deathly fallen, 

where it has been lost.

It falls away, giving in its stride, 

a stroke of lasting, last of Winter touch. 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Beautiful photo and very good description. You gave life to the photo. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Spencer Barker]

Thanks! Glad you enjoyed it. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

I did and you are welcome.

[Richard Patrick]

It is very true, time comes an it goes, the lord only knows, when we die, the past can be recalled by those who know this person or that. Those who know who you are, truly know you, recall all the good and the bad, do not be sad, rise up and tell your friends what you have felt when this happened. The happy the sad. Like when they did this or that.