First frost arrives as powdered white
Upon those staring to the night
A tingle added to that drawn
The breath of life each moment born
Cold quietness lingers, settles down
Oblivious to smile or frown
Storms that so long have had their way
By winter’s hand are held at bay
Sun’s rays are warm that pierce the air
To fall upon those few parts bare
Between the ice clouds drifting by
Upon that frozen sea of sky
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Right now I’m not happy at all with the face of winter … those frozen skies torture me day and night and all I do is dream about summer, blue, sandy, hot summer!
Hi Blaga. I can sympathise; it’s just got very cold here.