#FrostedMagic

It is freezing cold outside!
And I can feel it diffusing into me,
As I shiver to find my jacket of eiderdown,
And clasp on to that cup of tea!
The mist and the fog,the blighting smog,
Gives an obscured vision serene!
Through a riming window ahead of me,
Another rhyming translucent screen.

The lucky and tragic magic of metaphors,
Or as the saudade smile of a simple simile,
Where the cold is gold!
Of those words that are told,
After a warmth of ashes in grace,
The burnt remains of a...