As the sun disappears in the west,
Jack Frost comes sneaking in to do his best.
When the moon casts its ghostly glow,
everything glistens white like snow.
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That is the hope Lord Sund brings in A rejuvinating warmth and an escape from freezing cold. Beautiful poem Sir.
Love seeing the icicles dangling and the refections cast as the sun's ray touches it, and the crunch underfoot but then again - poor creatures out in it......
Fack me? :) I like to be played around with..