Silver Frost on White
Silver Frost on White belongs to the following groups:
All Things Poetic, Artistic, PhilosophicalIt was a wicked night that Winter brought
Out of the far Southland:
West-wind stabbed shafts ice-cold,
Gusts shrieked from ‘round the eaves
And tore at the roofing iron.
Trees swayed and cracked till branches broke
And were hurled across the lawn.
Warm inside – the fire roared –
Sending flames dancing high as we huddled ‘round,
Not wanting to leave its ring of warmth:
For it was a cold journey,
‘Cross a colder floor, to reach our beds that night!
The moon came out, briefly seen,
As grey clouds scudded ‘cross the velvet black,
Outside took on a fresh-swept look
As wind-swept leaves fled far into the dark.
With our faces pressed ‘gainst the icy pane
We stared into the night:
And by the light of the fleeting moon
We saw silver frost on white.
- Stephen Legge
GloriaDK
Stephen nice and poetic!. While we cook in summer weather you are thinking how nice it would be to have a little bit of colder weather?
Stephen Legge
Hi again – you’ve been busy! Yes, but this is an oldie – tucked away and dusted off; I have others more recent I’ll play around with and put up.