Frost
The artist trails his brush,
silvering the tips of the grass blades,
shakes sparkles into the dark,
rims the ribs of fallen leaves.
Then painstakingly,
breathtakingly,
exquisitely
etches the panes with feathery ferns.
silvering the tips of the grass blades,
shakes sparkles into the dark,
rims the ribs of fallen leaves.
Then painstakingly,
breathtakingly,
exquisitely
etches the panes with feathery ferns.
This poem is copyright (©) Gaynor Andrews 2024
About the Writer
Gaynor Andrews
Gaynor was a primary teacher for many years, teaching in schools across the UK, as well as Thailand and France. She now lives in the Scottish Highlands, writing educational resources by day and stories and poems by night. Gaynor loves the rhythm of language and she has a particular passion for rhyme. Her debut rhyming picture book, Pandora and the Story Forge, published by Rocket Bird Books 9/24, celebrates the power of words and the magic of stories.
