Frost

Frost once tapped upon my door

but sadly now, he comes no more.

Each winsome word or sultry phrase

that tantalized and did amaze

seems to be so far away.

I wish that he'd return some day,

to talk of lunar cows and such,

just little things, but with his touch.

I think that there shall never be

a Frostier poet but we'll see,

perhaps one day he will be me.

(c) ArdentTly

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