Song of First Frost

Night lace          Dawn’s face
Beard of the North
Sharp horn        Deep thorn
Spear of the Earth

Grass breaker     Breath taker
Guardian of stealth
Chill maker          Bone shaker
Harvester of health

Lean your torso        pressed into brown moss         dead on the tree:
The ferocious alban lion         brave            overwhelming wave
Smells your numb repose      Leave off words     to your secret counsel flee
His breath is a keen blade       he swears in mists        stealing gaps of teeth

Black thaw          Scratch raw
Whiskers of light
White day           Frost way
Sharp grip and bite

(written and sung to celebrate first frost, 2013, by James Lawer)

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