Glittering, gleaming,
A silver swarm.
Twinkling, dancing,
A frosty storm.
Sparkling stars aloft,
Burning flecks of white,
Strewn across the Heavens,
Silent in the night.
Frost-bitten winter jewels,
Frigid, winking stars.
Piercing the darkness,
As little bright scars.
A frozen swathe
Of milky stardust...
Children of the moon,
Glowing coldly gold-rust.
These cold, magical nights
Can never be marred;
Pure beauty dwells in
The radiant winter stars.
Copyright Hannah Scarlett 2012
Oh, Hannah, this is SO beautiful. I can see and feel the dusty white flakes falling lazily as I read your poem.
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