Pearl swans shatter the ice, and glide swiftly through the stars sparkling on the mirror lake. Twilight falls to the night and the air creates glistening twisted crystals which climb up the trees and freeze the antique summer remnants. The spindled sprigs of silver birches drape their lustre wantonly, forming long ripples in a lengthy cascade. Then the darkness retreats as the pale blue haze of dawn approaches where the robin's breath sighs tangibly on the air.
First poem I've written seriously! Rather excited by it all and can't stop writing. Any feedback would be greatly welcome.