Boreal – a poem

The mists of winter creep into my bones
a slow hibernal draught of frosty sleep
refracting shades of crystal, rainbow tones
and drawing dewy dreamers deep and deep.

Like icy ferns unfurling o’er my skin,
the twilight rest of Boreas begin.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s