These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Compound Word Verse: "Cold is Golden"

Cold will find the sweltering South.
Joyful songs lift from joyful mouth.
Golden bliss

Estivating souls are awake.
There's work to do with "hay to make."
Goldstone crops

Sneezing noses running the race.
Dancing tissues around the face.
Goldenrod

Wicked plants are dying the death.
Southern lungs can now take in breath.
Goldsmith cold

Frosty grass appearing as snow.
Childlike wonder in all hearts grow.
Making gold

by Jay O'Toole
on October 24th, 2019