18 Jun 2015

frosted

we wake to the chill
outside the world is
patterned with 
white
frosted breath
the still
and the screech 
of birds flying,
the smell
freshness, grassy -

the sun sparkles
off leaf and blade of grass
feet crunch and
nose drip 
drips

most days are not
dusted as beautifully
most are grey and damp
cloudy headed
undecided -

it's strange how 
the colder days
are the clearer ones, 
the crisper ones
and 
the season 
has only just begun.

2 comments:

  1. Oh, it seems so strange as we move toward summer in northern hemisphere. These pictures are paceful and make me want to read poems, drinking hot tea...But Summer, first !!
    I live in Sydney a long Time ago and I dream to come back one day! Have a good day!

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  2. Beautiful photos. It is so lovely to see everything in frost. Keep warm!

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