Magickal snowflakes

A nip in the air
A feeling so rare
The teeth start to chatter
Goose bumps everywhere
Arctic conditions
A snowstorm of white
Snowflakes that whisper
Each having a bite

Whose hypothermic
Each man of snow
With carrots for eyes
And a hat that may blow
Off
when the wind just startles us all
And we hang in suspension
Not wanting to fall

Over yonder a cauldron
Once sat by the fire
With herbs going crazy
And the sound of a lyre
Warming the heart strings
A maiden there too
With a besom close by
Weaving spells about you

A bowl of hot groats
Softened, over night
Heating cold fingers
That looked very white
Having flown through the clouds
With the faerie folk who
Wear their necklaces white
Each enriched by some dew

As the daylight begins
And the winds go to ground
And the melt water warms
Then often I have found
Orbs floating skywards
As night dares to fall
To lodge in the tree tops
A while and then fall