Frost

The child walks without haste
It is only here to take up space
walking along the grass
No others will come to pass
The petal like toes
Sharp jagged nose
The absoulute grace of this child

Silent not wishing
Only concentrated on finishing
Its painting and view
On the world
Is Ice blue

What colour of hair?
What colour of eyes?
Thus Arrive a surprise
Wht you don't know of snow, ice, freezing loads
The Frost child knows