Winters Dawn Poem by nic hillen

The bitter silence on a winters dawn
Glassy ice begins to form
Shimmering snow blankets the ground
Snowflakes fall but without a sound
Biting frost in the fresh crisp air
Solitary trees stand lonely and bare
The days draw in the sun a spark
The fearless frost has left its mark
The icy wind sharply blows
Fiercely cutting through my clothes
Sparkling flakes drift out the sky
Forming crystals against my eye
Drifting flurries a silent storm
Animals forage for somewhere warm
Fires are burning behind closed doors
Icicles hang off roofs like swords
The punishing night freezes the river
Creating the beauty of a sparkling mirror
A magical show winters perform
The bitter silence on a winters dawn