Another Wintry acrostic for a cold winters night
From the arctic north
Rolling icy winds travel across the Island
Over hills and meadow they go, Painting everything white
Sun in the sky, fairly invisible to the eye
Turning young minds towards sunnier days.
Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.
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