A poem in your soul

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Sometimes Mother Nature puts a song in your heart and a poem in your soul. It sure did that for me on this first frosty morning of the season here in Mid-Michigan as I nearly had this entire poem thought out during my dawn bicycle ride. Enjoy!

First Frost

The first frost of autumn

Chills the pre-dawn hush

Glazed upon the rooftops

By a divine artist’s brush

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Wispy cirrus clouds

Adorn the soft blue sky

As contrails stretch about

To places far and wide

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Songs are softly muted

A chirp or light melody

As nature reawakens

With its sweet harmony

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I pedal along the pathway

The breeze upon my face

To enjoy refreshing air

Amidst this morning pace

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As I ride, I listen

But the prime sounds that I hear

Are my tires on the concrete

And clicks from shifting gears

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While I am rolling forward

I scan for subtle hints

Of the winter yet to come

Veiled in finely muted glints

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A bright, golden ball arises

Reaching forth from afar

To melt crystal remnants

And raise the mercury bar

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The frosty palette now gone

As the day begins to warm

The hint of change still beckons

If our climate follows form

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Each season has its features

Each a moment set in time

But the first frost of autumn

Is most pleasant and sublime.

- Rick Brown – 2012

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