Minuscule forms trace radiating lines
Dancing upon a web of glistening ice.
Constantly tracing across a world so silent,
While winter breathes a silent song.
And puffs of glistening snow wheel round,
Framing the world in sapphire and pearls.
One can get so lost in the harshness of a season,
Better to take in each moment as they pass.
Float with the cloud and glide with each flake.
Before the heat of summer burns away,
The delicate workings of winter.
Michael is a husband, father, writer, poet, and aspiring author. He finds time to scribble down his thoughts in the dead of night, between ghosts and night owls. If you’d like to read more of his poetry follow the link here. Or to visit his full blog, ‘The Ink Owl’ click here.