Iceage

Written by: Elly Wouterse

cold air whispers her frozen story
of short dark days and long silent nights
gone is summers' colorful glory
in mid winters subdued little lights

her sharp wind soothsaying ice and snow
when I exhale I create a cloud 
the fish in their pond deep down below
paralyzed under their water shroud 

the next morning Jack Frost is in town
he governs with a very firm hand
his world dressed in a sightly white gown
an enchanting winter wonderland

snow creates a layer of white gold
creaking ice the winter blues hummer
I cringe surrounded by the intense cold
like the flowers of the last summer