The Face Of Frost

• Josephine Oehler, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2018

Frost upon the window pane.
Ripping down in a composed dance.
Obstructing as a wall, potent as a stain.
Smiling in the sunlight,
Teeth as sharp as knives.
Bitterly biting bare skin,
Icy flowers bloom with intensity.
Tempting is its cloak of beauty,
Ensnaring unsuspecting souls.