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A lifetime of dancing with frost! Here goes:

Frost

In these northern reaches in our hemisphere,

it is a challenge to know precisely

When the first frost will come.

It teases and taunts until we turn our heads,

and then it just arrives.

Announcing in its own way,

winter is coming.

That first year in Vermont

the last frost came late June,

the first frost early August.

We looked at each other and wondered

“where are we?”

Frost is a prickly teacher.

Showing us, when we open,

How to listen.

To the birds,

to the wind,

to the signs;

to feel the earth in our bones.

To lie face down,

heart to freezing center,

faith that the warmth in our spirits

may thaw the deepest of freezes.

Knowing that like the frost,

even love will rise again.

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Frost is a prickly teacher--yes indeed!

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Written as one who clearly knows the frost. This was beautiful, understated, and so wonderfully playful. Thank you!

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Thank you Jillian! Peace to you!

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