Wickedywitch poetry – Winters frosty morning

I woke up this morning feeling very cold

And looked out of the window it was frosty cold

It was white as far as the eyes could see

Beautifully stark crispiness, a glorious white sea.

Jack Frost had danced across the countryside

His sharp and crispy iced fingers spread wide

The ground a carpet of tipped icicles

The trees standing proud with hints of black and white.

As swirls of ice laying daintily on the windows

Shapes forged from wind and frost

The sun weakly shining giving diamond glints

To the land of frosty magical mysteries


About wickedywitch

Im a wickedywitch, this blog is about my daily pottering, my writing, poetry, and general witchy things I get upto, from foraging to make wine, or herbal remedys, to drumming, or creating an item from scratch with materials or cooking.
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