9 October 2012
The windscreens glisten from outside my window,
The first frost of winter arrived too soon.
Scarfs and gloves need unpacking from storage,
De-icers and scrapers are back on the shelves.
Caught out again by the sun in the sky,
A sharp frozen breath hits my lungs while outside.
Can you believe that the first frost of winter,
Came before the end of our summer.
The First Days Of Frost • Opuss № I