Frosted Joy

Listen friend, these globules, lily-white they be,

Woven pathways, a couch of powder deep,

Lark's sweet note was hushed, no flight to see,

But penguins feast upon icy waters creep.

Heavens' hand, on earth's rough fields did shine,

And rains did fall, to wash the world as dew.

A longing stirred, with these white flakes of wine. 

Sylphs, in the ice queen's robes, their grace imbue.

This winter's chill, a painted, frosted scene,

Our eyes, with these joyful wonders, lay,

A fresh-born zeal, a constant, sharp, and keen,

Did rise within, thru, the decline of snowy day.

Until the Owl's watch, the witches danced and sighed,

Their joy did leap, then faded, as time's tide.

©Poet Affaq 

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