Frosted delight

Come and let’s take a walk through my enchanted world.

In the early morning, the freezing temperatures

Create art out of silver beeches

And the hoar-frosted trees frame

The pyramid of the swings at the end of our street.

Once out on the lake, I walk past

An enchanted red boat house

Hiding among frosted branches.

Zooming out with my lens, I see the boat house

Belongs to this summer cottage

Patiently waiting for warmer days.

As for me, I’m enjoying the last cold days

Of magical hoar frost and ice.

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