a poem a day in the month of may

day three: frost

I hope you’ve noticed a theme so far: all the daily poetry prompts are connected to Mother Earth, creation, nature. I thought that this month, this year, we might need that—words that guide us home to our Mother, Segmekwe, Earth, and home to ourselves.

So, as you do your daily practice, take time to remember how much we’ve been given on this beautiful land, how much we’ve been given in the skies, the stars, waters, creatures around us, things seen and unseen.

Today’s word is frost.

I can’t wait to read your poems.

Frost

I noticed just then

that the frost had slowly

crept its way to the edges

of the leaves on the trees

and the blades of grass in the yard.

The frost, 

mighty as she is,

comes quietly as the cold snap

takes whatever it can.

The dahlias were going to be so beautiful.

The world was just coming into bloom.

Frost came and took them in her grasp,

covering them with a cape of cold,

shivers upon shivers enveloped in her presence.

Yet I can’t help but tip my hat to her,

quietly tiptoe in her wake

because she is full of beauty

and fierce power,

holding all at once 

the will to glisten and

the will to destroy.