As winter forms its mystic maze
Fog
rolls in - in pearly waves
A silent blanket has been
spread
It’s hard to see the road ahead
…
Imperceptible at first, comes
Dawn
Of her golden sandals shorn
Wreathed in cloak of tattered
grey
Her hair uncombed, in disarray…
The street lamps catch her
silhouette,
Indistinct, bedraggled, wet …
The Snow Queen’s clearly
on her way;
Her pal Jack Frost has plans to stay!
Our narrow streets, all clothed in
white,
Are, when pristine, a fine
sight
But black ice threatens the
unwary
As Nature’s skating rinks are scary!
(c) Poet in the woods 2022
Fôret de Soignes
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