Yesterday, upon our wooden gatepost,
the frost created miniature white forests
of crystalline columns. How I longed to walk
beneath their delicate icy canopy,
and folic under its frozen leaves and branches.
What winter creatures made their habitat
amongst these glassy pillars and nested there?
Who crawled amongst its sugary undergrowth,
and hid within the dusting of white detritus?
Alas, so many mysteries remain unfound,
now dissipating beneath the rising sun.

Waiting for a lift yesterday morning, I spied a hidden world.
(12.01.25)

© Ben Quant 2025
Photo by Yuri Antonenko on Unsplash

This lazy January morning,
we rise to the golden glow
of the winter sun, as it settles
on curtained window panes.

Descending, we duck down
beneath the glowing gaze,
and enter a monochrome realm,
a kingdom of black and white.

Beyond the kitchen’s heat,
the world divides between
two lawns of white and green
demarked by shadow fall.

Upon the glass retreat
ancient fingers of intricate
silver, etched in frosted
detail, delicate yet harsh.

It is the time of year when the sun can shine but has no heat. The last few days have been drab, overcast and misty keeping some warmth, but today these cleared…
(03.01.25)

© Ben Quant 2025
Photo by Alexander Sinn on Unsplash

The touch of frost caresses me, running
It’s icy fingers across my earthly skin
And tracing limb and fold they penetrate
With cold embrace that draws from me a moan
Its bitter kiss breathes chill into my bones
An intimacy that lasts until love thaws

We woke today to find the outside world white with frost, a magical scene, at least from the warm indoors that is!
(22.12.21)

© Ben Quant 2021