The Inkwell

Sounds of Winter

#ice #snow #winter

Early morning wake up call

the winds are bawling

“Jack frosts been calling”

Dancing with the frost fairies

all across the land

And underfoot, the fallen leaves

have hardened up and stood their ground

deciding not to be pushed around

defiantly cracking as you tread

a sign they’re sleeping – and not dead.

The crunch of frosted grass – like ice

is enough for some to think twice

for as you make your way to your house

creeping into warm like a church mouse

in a nest under tiles, their covered up thrice

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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.