Poem: The Last Angry Frost

Feels more like November than April today. My Bedlam Creative Group friend Tom Atkin’s extraordinary poetry spoke for my heart and soul this morning.

Quarry House


The Last Angry Frost

The cold has fallen again,
a frozen interruption,
and you stand in it,
letting it seep into your bones,
almost reveling in it,
it has already lost the battle
and despite it’s last angry frost
spring is here.

About this poem

Seasons change. That is fact. God’s law. Whether it is weather or life.


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