Winter II

Newark North Gate station 21.1.13 2

It was cold, there was ice
there was white all around
and the puddles had frozen
right there on the ground
Breath was all cloud-like
with mittens and scarves
Dressed up warm for the knife-edge
the northern wind carves
But there was also a brightness
as sunshine it shone
And with its warmth ever growing
the white was soon gone

©Jemverse

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