A hint of fairground pink
In a wintery sky
A dusting of snow
On mountain molehills
And the green pool is frozen
There’s no howling yet
But it is coming
The ghost of winters past
And my walls
look whiter than they were
All sprinkled with frosty glitter
There’s a smouldering fire
On my raven’s hill
And in her dancing heart
I can hear her still
Soft whisper as I climb
A soothing spell
Mist and fire
Frost on the water
Snow on the mountain
And roses in winter
#poetry