Frosty glory
A Christmas story,
More likely than snow
Which will more rarely
Blow in to begin January
A sign of mid winter,
Or February when luckily
Daylight starts to lengthen slightly.
So now we can make do
With all the beauty
Of frosty glory,
A shimmer, a shine, a glimmer
To combine nature
With a touch of mystery.
Crispy outlines, whispy shapes,
Frosty colour, muted, diluted,
We see a Christmas sparkle
Over all plants which are hardy,
Able to relish winter.
Glossy leaves of yellow mahonia,
Or
Frosty glory
A Christmas story,
More likely than snow
Which will more rarely
Blow in to begin January
A sign of mid winter,
Or February when luckily
Daylight starts to lengthen slightly.
So now we can make do
With all the beauty
Of frosty glory,
A shimmer, a shine, a glimmer
To combine nature
With a touch of mystery.
Crispy outlines, whispy shapes,
Frosty colour, muted, diluted,
We see a Christmas sparkle
Over all plants which are hardy,
Able to relish winter.
Glossy leaves of yellow mahonia,
Or the ‘Christmas Star’ hellebore
Plus fragrant Daphne ‘Sweet Amethyst’,
It is as if our winter world
Has been kissed by magic,
By mystery painting gardens all lovely.
Of course there can be greenery
Like the frosted fine pine or holly
Bare stems of viburnum
Or Sarcococcas, honey scented popularly known as ‘Sweet box’
That unlocks a sense of wonder seeing splendour,
Decorated not only when frosty,
But by fragrant, creamy white flowers.
Tree bark of white, frosted over, a more glorious sight
Catching the brightest winter light
Dogwoods, brushwoods so vividly bold,
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