Frostbound Solitude In the realm where frost does cling,To the chambers deep and stark,Lies a heart that ceased to sing,Embraced by shadows, cold and dark.Its beats, a silent, mournful dirge,In echoes lost, through halls of ice,Where whispers of the past emerge,And warmth is but a vanished spice.No ember glows within this core,A fortress built of…
Within winter’s silent grasp,Where quiet cloaks the land en masse,A story unfolds on white-clad ground,With cold feet, where secrets are found.Beneath the gaze of the moon so clear,Cold feet tread softly, gripped by fear,Through whispering woods, they silently roam,In search of the light of a long-lost home.The wind sings a gentle, haunting tune,As snowflakes twirl…
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…
