THE NIPPING NIGHT AND DAY
BY FIONA CUMMINGS
The nights are nipping
Boots are gripping
The icy carpet does teas
The finger like branches on the trees
Looking bare without leaves
Silver icicles hang from window frames
Walking by the windows,
there are candle flames
Smoke from the chimneys
Patterns in the clouds
Kissing the moon
Shining so proud
Dancing stars
From so far
But still I hear the music
It’s like winter magic
A show in the sky
The wind blows by
The rain bangs the drum
Beating the sun
I love the winter
Though blades of cold cuts like a splinter
By day the cobalt night has gone away
The lake is frozen
Robbins by the dozen
A perfect picture
Of a night and day in winter
© Fiona Cummings
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