Winter trees coated in hoarfrost
Branches of feathery white
Silvery fairyland glitters
Morning awakes to this sight
My garden’s transformed overnight
The tree where the goldfinches feed
Brushed, painted silver and white
Apart from where they nibble seed
I breathe in the beauty and sigh
My breath wisps of clouds in the air
Beautiful crystalline painting
A picture ethereal and rare
Ice-etched windows look out
onto gardens of lace formed of ice
It’s freezing, my whole body shivers
but a frost tinted world looks so nice.
31/01/19 JG
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Author:
Joanna Garrido (
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