Babbling neath the sunken mist
Twixt stiffened fern and barren read
shadowed by the valleys side
and so denied the daytime sheen
defiant icy water runsÂ
for fear of being paralysedÂ
where winter’s unabated bite
grips…intent to crystalise
But on the valley slope and hillsÂ
to soften winters bite
a silver sun turns golden
as it crosses cloudless sky
Illuminated morning
stirs that beauty in the white
then crystal coloured afternoon Â
turns… to diamond studded night