the stillness of frost
between the night and morning
ice on the windscreen
in the north, they find summer
the winter comes; spring can wait
Tag: frost
Between Winter & Spring
I longed for the frost
yet the warmth of Spring arrived
Letting go, shedding
Winter Whisper
A frost-filled whisper
the clear sky and the moonlight
Come and dance with me
Morning Grass
morning frosty grass
barefoot walking to the fence
my feet are stained green
tip-toeing to the kitchen
embracing my black kettle
Happy World Poetry Day!
A Frosty Morning
Empty beer bottles lay lonely and over-cuddled on the
kitchen table, the lounge room floor, and near the recycle bin.
Semi-naked and numb from the cold, you wake up next
to the love of your life, snoring deeply and looking deathly pale.
Unaware that your lover is waking up, you dash for the
toilet, have a quick wash, and start walking on the crunchy grass.
Waking up, you realise the robe chord is a bit loose and
there is more on display from the rear than you first thought.
The snapping sound seems distant, yet after thirty or so seconds,
you turn around to see your lover snapping your buns.
Initially pissed off, several semi-dark thoughts race through your
head until you let it all go, take your robe off, and pose.
Gloves
Frost in the morning
A quiet mist hanging low
Gloves for the journey
Frosty Sitting
sitting
fresh winds blow
frosty grass crunches
evergreen trees remain