Brother Frost
I used to love the icy winter cold.
The way the snow drifted down so swiftly.
He used to seem so invincibly bold
His feet bared to the white so daringly.
His hair matched the frozen fluff on the ground,
Eyes blue as the frozen lake we live by.
Along collars and hems, frost could be found.
And I swear I truly did see him fly.
Yet, I new he could not be standing near.
I shouldn't be able to see his smirk.
He fell through the ice, cracking loud in my ear.
His once bright face dull, lost to Time's clockwork.
And I know that I m to blame for his fall.
I caused the liquidation, cracks and all.