Building snowmen
Having snowball fights
Rejoicing in mischief
Is the winter delight
Marbled skies of broken cloud
Coloured
with blues and greys
In
the frosty air of winters bite
The
marbled skies of winter days
Making your way in life, it’s nice
To
know you can, once or twice
Rely
on other people in a trice
For
assistance, guidance or advice
They’ll
be no shortage of advice
But
knowing what piece or slice
Of
advice or guidance will suffice
You
might just as well roll a dice
This
axiom though it be concise
Won’t
be bettered to be precise
So,
you take heed or pay the price
“Don’t
eat yellow snow or ice”
The lake is frozen,
Nothing
lives
In
this frozen hell
Even
the sky is desolate
Save
for the crescent moon
Standing
sentinel
The mist cascaded down the hillside Like a maiden’s hair Tumbling onto her shoulders The bare branches of the birch trees Pierced ...