Lay me down on a blanket of white,
Where tears are frozen and eyes shut tight.
Feeling the tingle from cool, crisp sheets,
Drifting down, silently, piece by piece.
A magical palace, where earth blends with sky,
And freezing stars glisten, remotely, on high.
A calming, clear bitterness, fashioned from ice,
Where crystal, laced petals shine bright, to entice.
Just as the Springtime raises its head,
Draws back the curtain, and leaps out of bed,
An icy cool blast creeps up slyly behind her,
With a churlish grin, as a callous reminder.
“It’s only April, you know my cruel powers,
I’ll bring forth high winds & colder, sharp showers,
I’ll sprinkle some sun, blow some gentle warm breezes,
But my changeable nature may leave you with sneezes!
Bitter, wild wind,
You claw at my face,
Your power so hungry,
Your calmness misplaced.
I thought I heard thunder,
Rage through the trees,
As gusts trespassed, racing,
With icy cold freeze.
The sky is a monster,
Of battles to come,
Thrust crystalline needles,
Extremities numb!
A snow blasting blizzard,
A skirmish of storms,
Hoping for change,
For the scene to transform.
Where do moles go in the snow?
Does anyone see, does anyone know?
Their little hands must be frozen blue,
With all that digging they have to do!
I think they need some tiny wellies,
Mini hot water bottles warming their bellies,
Beanie hats to cover their heads,
Soft, down quilts to line their beds.
Extra thermal, strong, wee gloves,
That should help the velvety loves.
24th January 2019
Crisp, gentle snowflake, gracefully down, you float.
Meandering on chilly breeze
In ornate, frozen coat.
Your lightening-white, bright plumage,
Plumping up the ground,
Can you help make the softest pillow ever to be found?
It pains that such a stunning form can disappear from view,
A downy feather falling, swirling, whispering, “Adieu!”
This tiny winter wonderland and all the joy it brings,
A fleeting moment caught in time, replaced by angel wings.
18th January 2019
