The frost on the grass looks almost like glass <br />The mist in the air drifts slowly <br />The cold on the pane reaches me again <br />As the ground looks chilled below me <br /> <br />But although there is a definite chill in the air <br />As I look outside I am suddenly aware <br />That the frost and the mist take the edges away <br />Making the view somehow less grey<br /><br />Flying Lemming<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-poem-a-day-project-day-55/
