Her breath creates a fog that floats out into the air.
Tiny sparkling crystals form at the end of her hair.
Willow bark shines like its varnish covered.
Weeds turned beautiful, with this winter white they are smothered.
Spider webs make cold rope thrown all along the road.
Thick is the frost that has settled, they bend to take the load.
Her eyes ski across the icy fields as she takes in the view.
The sun delivers a delicious meal, the blue sky so easy to chew.
Reflections of a cool mountain morning, a beautiful day to come.
Winter in full swing now and she is happy to let it run.
© Deon Heemskerk 27-6-2012