Today we had the first frost of the Autumn and it really feels like Winter has arrived. I do love frosty mornings and thought about some of the lovely poems inspired by this time of year. Lancaster born Binyon wrote some beautiful and haunting poems, including The First Day of Winter.
Like the bloom on a grape is the evening air
And a first faint frost the wind has bound.
Yet the fear of his breath avails to scare
The withered leaves on the cold ground.
For they huddle and whisper in phantom throngs,
I hear them beneath the branches bare:
We danced with the Wind, we sang his songs;
Now he pursues us, we know not where.