The h2g2 Poem
Created | Updated Feb 4, 2004
Winter
The wind uses chill fingers
To unwrap the sleeping sun.
The diamond frost still lingers
Though the day has already begun.
No leaves chatter on the tree.
Only the creaking boughs stir
Trying to set themselves free -
Ice crackles like static fur.
A duck skitters on the lake,
Sliding around and around.
The crystal icicles make
A Chinese torture sound.
The calm, white magic shatters,
The sleeping pond awakes
Onto the ice something clatters -
Children with their ice skates!
