Softly in the night
On witch’s whisper
Branches, twigs groaning, leaves rustling
As cold settles gently
A misty curling blanket
Whilst in inkblack sky
The starry night blink, contentedly sigh
What a glorious night
Early in the morn
An armada sunrays
Gently rushes in
Darting into corners dark
Brushing shadow with its golden shine
To chase the cold of night
And its curling misty blanket white
Into the yonder far far away
Oh it’s a beautiful morn
Lightshafts in brilliant flashes
A kaleidoscope painting of colours
Bursting from icicle crystal chandeliers
Swinging swaying from twig and tree
Glittering on frost covered soil and grass
All the while casting shadows elongated long
From treetrunk robbed
Of its mantle, leafy green
As the sunray armada
Silently warm the frozen earth
‘Tis a wondrous winters day
