Where shadows play and whispers fade,Under the moon’s watchful eye,Silent kin convey secrets made,Surviving under the sky.Cold-blooded masters of disguise,Slither, swim, and crawl with grace.Scales glimmer like jewels, nature’s prize,Navigating every place.Amphibians and reptiles, cold yet bold,Sun warms their ancient blood.In deserts, forests, rivers, old,Thriving through every flood.Hearts, though icy, hold a fire,A will to…
In bed, I lay, a sneezy stew,Nose red, tissues, a scattered crew.Soup simmers, a steamy hug,Feet soaking, in the tub, snug.Vitamins parade on the shelf,”Get well soon!” I whisper to myself.A sneeze escapes, a thunderous sound,My cat leaps up, astounded, round.Tea sips, honey drips, slow,Cold’s grip, yet laughter flows.In pajamas, with dots and a moose,I…
Winter whispers, cold and clear,Iron’s grip, stark and sheer.Trees in frost, standing tall,Silent sentinels, through it all.Rivers hush, under ice,Iron’s hold, cold as vice.Stars above, clear and bright,Guardians of the longest night.Strength in cold, beauty in bleak,Silence where the snowflakes speak.Iron’s lesson, hard and true,Resilience in the winter’s hue. Summary “Cold Iron” distills the essence…
In winter’s grip, hands cold as art,Yet beats a heart so warm.Beneath the frost, emotions start,A contrast to the norm.Cold fingers clasp, yet love imparts,A heat that can transform.Through icy days, compassion charts,A path away from storm.In frozen times, kindness departsFrom warmth that breaks the form.”Cold hands, warm heart,” a phrase that starts,A truth that’s…
Winter’s grip, fierce and bold,Tells a tale of warmth in the cold.Beneath a blanket white, sky grey,Life’s heart beats where it lay.Frozen landscapes whisper secrets, old,Of warmth that kindles in the rime.The cold, a paradox of flame and frost,Souls’ warmth ensures hope’s not lost.Embers glow in every being,A light unseen, deeply freeing.On the coldest nights,…
Cold Mountain Whispers On Cold Mountain’s breath, a whisper rides,Where snowflakes dance, and silence hides.Beneath a sky of endless grey,The peaks stand tall, in proud array.A world untouched, by warmth or sun,Where streams are still, and shadows run.The air so crisp, it sings a tune,Of ancient tales, and winter’s boon.Here, among the silent stone,The mountain’s…
Beneath the moon’s soft, silvery glow,The world lies hushed in sheets of snow.A silent frost creeps, slow and deep,While all around, in slumber sleep.The hearth inside burns low and warm,Against the chill of winter’s storm.A lone figure, by candlelight,Ponders the quiet of the night.Each breath, a cloud in the cold air,Thoughts drift to places here…
At dawn’s quiet hour, the world stands still,A blanket of frost covers the hill.A lone pumpkin rests in the field,Wrapped in a chill, its fate revealed.Its orange hue, now pale and light,Under morning’s frosty white.The sun peeks over the horizon, bright,Kissing the frost with gentle light.Ice crystals glitter, a magical sight,As the pumpkin basks in…
Whisper of Winter Woods Hushed winter woods, snowflakes dance,A soft voice whispers in the twilight trance.Beneath the moon’s silver gleam,Trees stand guard in a silent dream.Branches etch the sky’s cold seam,In a world richer than it might seem.Snow crunches beneath my feet,A rhythmic song, both sad and sweet.Echoes through this frosty retreat,Where heart and nature…
Winter Sports Whipping winds, cold and brisk,Ice beneath skates, a slippery disk.Nipping frost, the morning’s kiss,Trails for skiing, a snowy bliss.Echoes of laughter, down the slope,Racing hearts, filled with hope.Snowboarding jumps, high and bold,Powdered peaks under sun’s gold.Over icy lakes, the curling stones slide,Reveling in the chill, spirits abide.Toboggans rush, in joyful descent,Sparkling under a…
