The days of the week.

On Monday, I walked pass
the cobbled plaza at the
side of the frosted park to calm down.

On Tuesday, I Touched the walls centre
alley my coat brushing the hard
stone walls coated with feather-like ice.​

On Wednesday, I walked around war
roundabout balancing the fallen poppy
decorations back on the frosted memorial.​

On Thursday, I strolled down shop street,
glancing at the decorated shop windows
passing by me as I slid across the sheets of ice.​

On Friday​ I saw the beautiful purple,
orange and yellow sky as the sun
tucked to bed behind the horizon.

On Saturday The Wotton National
trust park was stuffed full of people
all eager to see the magnificent views​.

On Sunday I stood on my stool to get
up the stone wall in my garden to reach
the frosted patio up above​ frosted with
the powder ice blanketing the patio slates.