A hoar frost
Scintillating, icy and shiny
Flakes of snow, incandescent, iridescent and opalescent
Creaking branches
Dawn melts the first ground frost
But this is a warning
Of that which is to follow
Cobwebs hang down in anticipation of a catch
No chance, as winter is here again
The chipmunk must find his nuts
Fight or flight
An intruder comes now to claim his booty
Winner claims the nuts
Seemingly, all else in the forest is hibernating
Or so it seems
Yes, winter is here again!
Winter, hibernation again
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I really like the ‘cobwebs hang down in anticipation of a catch’. Nice to see this poem again.
Thanks for your recognition of my poem, Robbie.
Anne