The last night of christmas
and there’s no one outside around
for the snow is moving in the sky above
and wanting to fall to the ground
christmas tree is off to bed
whilst frost hits the big tree in the garden instead
covering everything in a blanket of white
reflecting the nightstars shiny and bright
but celebrations are still on the go
beyond the ice, frost and the snow
with arrival of wise men at crib around
under the star that led it to be found
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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