Winter has come creeping in All sharp edges and hard surfaces We are grown old and shiver in the cold. Leaves slick and crumbling on the ground Ice fractals on the windowpanes Maps and patterns on unexpected paths Nature’s secret math of memory. The silence of stiff frozen lawns The susurration of astringent breath The slump of empty broken nests The tamping of motionless air It is a bright January morning We long for warm seas. Snow will come tomorrow Blank grey countryside for a moment Smoothed over white and blue The illusion of comfort In the landscape of our waning days.
Photo by Leigh Cadwallader
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