Winter

Bitter cold that darkness heralds,

Trapped in soot till fire burns ash.

White, light, brilliant and fresh,

A canvas ready to paint with life:

Dashing, dusting my trail with sugar,

Sweet relish from a stifling summer.

Energy contained released in laughter,

Kicking and crafting and skating away.

Sherbet bullets that rain down sparkling,

Icy mouths, river fresh, minted green.

Lamington trees that rustle with crystals,

And slippery scales trodden below.

Come join me in my diamond place,

Leave no white free to dim to grey.