What am I?
I fly each winter evening with a wafting wand of white
I skate the face of buildings every cloudless freezing night
I crawl upon your windows, freeze each water drop to dew
to paint you pretty pictures in a silvery sort of hue.
I do not come out travelling in a rainy, misty squall;
and if there is a cloud about, I do not come at all.
I like a clear and starry sky with a wintery silver moon
that’s shining like a crescent bright or big as a giant’s spoon.
I make the trailing icicles that hang down thin and long
then let them snap like flimsy glass because they are not strong;
and with a wind behind me I leap every garden hedge
then freeze the leaves in Rime frost leaving droplets on the edge;
and when the day is over and you’re snuggled warm inside
and it’s a clear dark winter’s night – my perfect time to ride -
remember if you see me leaving patterns on your glass
just give a cheery wave and say “Hello!” as I fly past.
I skate the face of buildings every cloudless freezing night
I crawl upon your windows, freeze each water drop to dew
to paint you pretty pictures in a silvery sort of hue.
I do not come out travelling in a rainy, misty squall;
and if there is a cloud about, I do not come at all.
I like a clear and starry sky with a wintery silver moon
that’s shining like a crescent bright or big as a giant’s spoon.
I make the trailing icicles that hang down thin and long
then let them snap like flimsy glass because they are not strong;
and with a wind behind me I leap every garden hedge
then freeze the leaves in Rime frost leaving droplets on the edge;
and when the day is over and you’re snuggled warm inside
and it’s a clear dark winter’s night – my perfect time to ride -
remember if you see me leaving patterns on your glass
just give a cheery wave and say “Hello!” as I fly past.

This poem is copyright (©) Fran Bridger 2025

About the Writer
Fran Bridger
Frances lives on Exmoor and always writes a poem for the local Exmoor News. She has been published in Mslexia, the Parrakeet Magazine and the Dirigible Balloon. In response to a relative's death during covid she published a book of poems to raise funds for Marie Curie. Much of her poetry reflects the environment, wildlife, farming, and nature.