Winter Irony

Barren branches against a pregnant sky,

Rustling leaves only sigh.


Soft flakes fall upon a hard ground,

In multitudes—without a sound.


Frozen blanket of icy snow,

Warm the burrows of those below.


Chilled bones hinder the will,

Yet glories roam the landscape still.


Ponder beauty from above,

As echoes mirror ancient love.


Unwelcoming winter may be,

Bringing joy, our eyes to see.


Ironic season of buried dreams,

Awakens our souls to hope unseen.


Novels by A. K. Frailey

Science Fiction

Last of Her Kind

Historical Fiction


Ishtar’s Redemption

Neb the Great

Georgios I—Hidden Heritage

Georgios II—A Chosen People

Melchior—Vengeance Is Mine

Children’s Book

The Adventures of Tally-Ho

Inspirational Non-Fiction

The Road Goes Ever On—A Christian Journey Through The Lord of the Rings

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