Guernsey Poets

There's an icy tang to the East Wind's breath It seems to carry the scent of Death But I shrug it off for that's known to ...

This winter air is keen and cold, And keen and cold this winter sun, But round my chair the children run Like little things of dancing ...

In the frozen North where the Ice Wind blows And the Devils dance in the thick, thick snow, Where the nights are long, and the daylight...

There was frost this morning on roofs so dull and white A chill outside was trying to come in here and bite Then the sun made an appe...

Old Sion Chapel wall is high: the ladder feels precarious. Up here, I combat vertigo, fix nesting boxes to hard stone with fingers, wint...

The sleet was ghostlike, laughing with no purposeful intent It came and covered nothing, said 'Hi' and then it went The scene un...

Pink sky Pure snow Fluffy white crystals Blanket the ground Silence reigns All around During this time Of rebirth ...If only this pe...

In the bleak mid-winter Frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone; Snow had fallen, snow on snow, Snow on sno...

Don't be afraid of the silence Don't be afraid of the dark The winter sun is behind us But the devil has left his mark There is...