My World is Frosting Over

the frigid frost is moving in
it is slowly working under your skin

there is no sun to watch shine
just dull gray to dark in a matter of time

no smiles on little kids faces
but ice and snow in all places

walking on the street is asking to die
for you will surely slip and end up looking at the sky

the frigid frost is moving in
it is slowly working under your skin

Bennett