First Frost

by Jesse Coghill
Farmer Poet from Jordan

We had a killing frost last night
That left the grass all silvery white.
Now that the flowers' days are through;
They sag like old worn tennis shoes.

Bare branches will soon replace
The lovely, leafy, forest face.
The birds, their young now fully grown,
Will soon migrate to parts unknown.

The icy winds and nightly freeze
Still the humming of the bees,
And furry creatures congregate
To find a den and hibernate.

While I into my room retreat
To bask in artificial heat,
I'll watch the winter solstice pass
And thank the Lord for natural gas.