Today’s inktober prompt was Journal, but since I used my journal as the model for the guide book prompt two days ago I had to think of something else. My son suggested I sketch someone writing in a journal, and I decided to run with that.

This morning when we left for the school but I pointed out all the frost on the ground. On the way back home I took this picture and really soaked in all the sensations. When I got home I decided to write a poem inspired by the frosty morning.

First Frost by Jacquelyn Block

Bright morning sun cuts cerulean sky,
Stingy of its warmth as it passes by.
Blades of grass glint beneath crystal’s gleam,
Fragile as dreams in a winter’s seam.

Fallen leaves wear their white, brittle lace,
Vivid colors framed in silvery trace.
Breath billows out, a soft cloud unfurled,
From a chilled nose in a frost-touched world.

Bare branches shimmer, with powdered glass,
Spiderwebs glisten as morning hours pass.
Pumpkins huddle beneath frost’s fleeting dust,
Autumn yields slowly, as all seasons must.

The garden sleeps under a crystal sheet,
Flowers curled tight in surrender, discreet.
Birds puff their feathers, silent yet bright,
Chasing the frost in the dawn’s fragile light.

The world lies hushed beneath frost’s bright sheen,
As the sun climbs high through skies clear and clean.
My boot stirs leaves, crisped and curled,
Revealing secrets from nature’s world.

The air holds its breath, still and composed,
Waiting for sunlight to melt what it froze.
Each step a crunch of leaves stiff with cold,
As nature whispers stories untold.

Frost whispers: slow down, breathe it in,
Winter is waiting, just under your skin.
Magic and stillness, brief and bright,
A fleeting spark at the edge of night.

Though noon will return branches bare and plain,
This morning’s magic, with me will remain.

I find poetry is like painting a picture, but with words. I strive to capture the details and bring my reader alongside me in the moment.

Do you enjoy writing poetry?