Mietzke's POST Holden Adventure

The frost grew out of the ground
like tiny spires claiming domain over the rough red earth.
They declare the ridge as winters property
Even as the first colors of fall come into play
The battle won’t last long on this side of the slope
which sees no warmth from the suns rays,
but gives itself quickly over into winters icy grasp
Where the frost will grow feathered fingers that reach for the sky