Frost lacing the ground when the sun overslept
Breath rise in the air, invisibly swept
Like the lazy river lolling under the bridge
That's as tall as the wall who's memories a vestige.
The boots click on pavers, frozen crunch in the mud
With a scarf of each color to be seen on the quad
Wrapped round the necks, pink cheeks and glad faces
And grass green like the gutters on the house that it laces.