The winter snow lays
white upon the ground
and glistens in the sunlight
of a brand new day.
The snow is crisp under foot
to show us Jack Frost has been about.
The windows show his artistry
on the inside and the out.
A chill from a north wind
bites through everything,
and everything is waiting
for the coming warmth of spring.
16 January 2008
Roll on spring I say. I'm already fed up with this weather we are having once again. Lovely piece David, I saw Jack Frost on the car the other morning with all his wonderful designs, then had to scrape him off. Sadly. A lovely read and a pleasure to do so. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You just described the picture outside my window today....beautiful...but...BURR...glad I was looking out and not looking in: O)