Winter I
The changling that is winter,
Heralded by the bitter wind
Rattling out of the east,
Is upon us as the nights extend.
The savage frost laces windows
Covers the trees branch and stem
With a sugar coating of ice
Diamonds they sparkle in the sun
Only to dissolve at its touch
To evaporate into the frigid air
A smokey dream an illusion,
For this is winters alchemy.
poem by Paul Brookes
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