So bright the frost that comes to freeze,
by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Pink cheeks and other hues.
All definitely ethnic.
Playing in the snow all day.
So delightful are the faces innocent...
To bring one walking about to stop,
To absorb the warmth of children...
Feeling free to be a part of a season,
To be enjoyed.
As some sit observing this,
Aged with cold shoulders.
And minds split into divisions...
Permanently fenced in.
And breathing mist...
Upon their closed windows.