#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
The Inkwell 
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