Frost in the Air

This was an experimental poem written in 1991 - I think - which uses two interwoven themes denoted by the use of normal and italic script.





Frost in the Air - Nov 91



A touch of silvered knives

Dreaming. Morning, or is it night?

Along a tree-lined path I walk

I forget sometimes

Clouded sky. Sun hidden by a veil

No matter. I am happy here





I think the concept works but I do feel that it could be longer. I am not going to fiddle with this original work but I may well try another version sometime.