“Symphony of Frost” Poem

Autumn frost crept in unseen,
Blanketing all with a crystalline sheen.
Funny how it slipped right to me,
Yet I remained warm, not a chill to see.

The truth is, I am the frost,
And the frost is me, in the cold we’re engrossed.
Together we chill in perfect sync,
Creating patterns on windows in a blink.

We’ll dry leaves and scatter them in parks,
Creep under your sweater, tiny frosty sparks.
We’ll be your first snow, a New Year’s delight,
Blanketing the city in the still of the night.

We’ll storm each house, a blizzard’s might,
Ruining strolls, giving walkers a fright.
Plunging the city into a coma so cold,
Howling through alleys, silent and bold.

For me, frost is a knight’s shield,
For a girl, lipstick, and mascara revealed.
It’s armor and weapon, it guards and breaks,
Dare to disturb my peace, see what it takes.