Frost Embraced

When one with a creative mind looks out at the early morning frost, one will find a host of creative shots that are ready to explore. From the light blanket of white that covers all in sight, with its clothing. To the frosty flower designs left on a window pane after the night was done. In this end, I covered each in a Poem that combines the inner thoughts of self doubt and faith with the sights seens after a nights frost.

About The Poem:

In this Poem, The first two stanzas provides the scene of a frosty morning. From a sheet that covers the area in white to the decorative designs lift on a glass pane and the rings left behind after a coffee cup, in the third stanza. This is all to set the scene as I would hope, for people who read this may find themselves wandering also.

The Third and final stanzas are covering a night spent withan inner battle of thoughts to that of faith that sems to rescue.. But in a manner of speaking, many of us who go through a sleepless night, and who also go walking through their own minds in the night, thus deep in thoughts, may find a likeness in this pattern.

Basically it is in a way that same night spent wandering through the mind in thoughts all wrapped up in this little Poem. I do hope that this makes sence to readers. It is an attempt to wrap a night of wandering in thought within a Poem and I hope that it proves to be successful in taking you along in this little walk of thought.

Having said all of this; Please Enjoy This Poem:

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(( The above Photograph was taken from an outside source and posted here with thanks And Copyrite remains with those who carried out such great work))

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Frost Embraced



The morning frost embraced the Earth,
Like a lovers Kiss, on it’s sweet birth.
The blanket of white that covered,
Like Natures wings again had hovered.


The designs and patterns on the glass,
Appealed to the eye as I did pass.
Gazing at the window counting,
Frosted flowers  and recounting.


The rings, my coffee cup had made,
Decorated its own and portrayed.
It’s tale, that faded in the night,
Like a battle in the nights fight.


Oh Mind, that wanders through past tales,
And the scales of self justice fails.
Against the walls that defence had laid,
Traded for Faith and graded with aid.


Why wander on by, in the night,
As frost covered all here, in white?
The Blood that cleanses, flows by here,
The sheet that covers, reminds of fear.




© Pat Fitzgerald 2024

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ENDING THOUGHTS:

Thank you for following me on my little journey, that is composing or writing poetry. If Life is a journey which we all walk on and my journey in creating Poetry is a journey of it’s own. Which I still learn much on as I write.

At times I experiment on methods or way how I can improve my poetry, therefore getting feedback is always most welcome for such as these.

When I write poetry, some readers may be offended with something within the poetry. I do not write to offend, But such are written for reasons I outline in the posts. Often I miss typos and mistakes when publishing each poem. BUT I correct the moment I discover such mistakes.

But Poetry is a form of art work that I enjoy and thus using it in a manner to touch or inspire the reader.

Thank you for joining me on this journey.

Poetry is a learning curve where I always work to improve. A lot of work goes into editing and reediting and then repeating that process on a number of occasions until I am happy with the result. This is how I operate in creating posts to share here.

Please forgive for any such mistakes and for your understanding this.

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