Joanna Garrido

Frosty Morning

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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