First Frost
July 1990

“First Frost,” Ensign, July 1990, 69

First Frost

Third Place

The nip

That crimps the vine

And curls the leaves of quaking aspen

Taints the shimmering

Emerald fields.

Gone are languid days

Of sun-sponged idleness

And water frivolity.

Yet now

The nip of first frost

Tweaks the cheeks of apples

And opens pinion cones

To sprinkle pine nuts

On the ground.

The honk

Of geese on marshy ponds,

The acrid smell of wood smoke

Seals summer in time.

And beckons

A new season.

View of the Tiber Near Peruga, by George Inness; courtesy of National Gallery of Art, Washington: Ailsa Mellon Bruce Fund