Back home on the lovely English soil but on the plane this photo and poem came and magic as ever rains and rains:
These icicle faeries dancing on ice
Twinkling in rainbows sparkling so wise
Caught in the light of a bright sun beam
Golden and rainbow silver they gleam
Liken to the stars they grow grow grow
Whispering secrets they sow sow sow
And home I am in wander lit frost
As powerful as Suns
As green as moss
I’m lying with icicle sparkles anew
Letting them tickle me through and so new
A garland it floats upon my head
Glimmering now in my rosy tread
Tasting snow frost on my tongue
Soul is smiling being is young
Oh these twinkly icicle stars
Dancing on air faeries we are
Dazzling brightly across starlit realms
I’m in awe and overwhelmed
With a joy so strong you can feel it’s hold
The way it glows and weaves and proudly moulds
And ever beautifully grows and shows
Oh the magic it shall snow.
Copyright Kachina Aimee Woolger 2018. All rights held.
