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Leaves of Frost
by Glenn CurrierAwoke with leaves of frost upon my eyes
The silken tent October birches in a vale
The silver hair crept in before sunrise
Awaiting resurrection - I inhale
Asleep I breathe among these leaves I'd lost
A brother waiting patiently in stars
In snow, in pasture not to keep the frost
Don't weep - he lives in atmosphere and mars.
I've seen in eyes the windows to the soul -
Bereft, bravodo, fear, and bond and free
But never heard a song or story told
A poem could pierce the heart and make it see. 10/23/2002 Author's Note: With gratitude for Robert Frost
Posted on 10/23/2002
Copyright © 2026 Glenn Currier
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by JD Clay on 10/23/02 at 03:21 PM You have trancended the art of exquisite poetry, Sir Glenn. Your magnificent verse would be in fine company with Robert and Jack alike. Call the publisher, as this piece will surely rise to the top! Peace... |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 10/23/02 at 06:13 PM Captivating construction at work here Glenn. And miles to go before I Spring! :o) |
| Posted by Adrian Calhoun on 10/23/02 at 06:37 PM Wow, great writing! An elegant, and profound poem Glenn. Robert Frost is one of my favorites too. |
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