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#AdventChallenge The white-grey sky, The tree's inside, The cloudy breath, Frost in a tide. The bauble's red, The music's loud, The cold to bones, The mist, a shroud.
As I drive into the frozen abyss, I leave the world that I know is mine; I enter a land in subtle soft focus, Another place, another forgotten time.
#adventchallenge. I C I C L E. C L. I C. C I. L.C. Ei. I look out of the window. in the morning light. Across the top of the conservatory. I see you icicles holding tight.
#adventchallenge Shards of icy, crystalline teeth, Biting down, in a reflective wreath. Kaleidoscopic strands of blood, Stained colourless in the icy flood.
#adventchallenge Harsh, glasslike, cold & blue, You come at night. Sparkling, chilled, solid & pretty, Bathed in the morning light. Trees, houses, garages & cars, You care not to what you tether.
Delicately formed snowflakes shimmer like precious diamonds. Glittering, ivory snow carpets the shining land. Gleaming, ruby feathers pattern the striking robin.
Summer and spring has been and gone, Now autumn and winter will take so long, The cold brittle air, And the dampness is of course very fare.
Heart of ice and soul of sleet, A victor knowing no defeat, She wears a needle through her wrist, This snowflake crafting narcissist.
I am cold, Colder than ice, Still, No breath, No heartbeat, Baited in the snow, A brilliant blue, An icicle hanging low.
Frosted air of sweet and cold, A crisp and vivid crystal hold, A rain of sparks, a flashing hit, A crack of lightning, diamond lit.
Still skies, Silent nights, Unmoving, Ice lights, Time bereft, Eluding, Back track, Cold mirage, Deluding, Frost glass, Warming soul, Cocooning, Time stake, In the night, And down, The light, Deep...
The frosty cold winds blows and freezes my face. The nice fluffy white snow layed softly like lace. Frozen brittle branches covered in snow gentle and light.
Anti-freeze Everything is sparkling in the fresh morning light, Crystals encase every blade of grass, It as if something magic has sprinkled glitter over night, I stand for a while frozen in the...
I saw Winter beneath a spindle tree, She plucked berries bright to crown her head. She was singing little robin's song While wild beech-leaves round and round her spread.