Winter's hush
- Jan 20
- 1 min read
With grateful thanks to The Boughs for getting up & out early:
"To capture this icy landscape dream,
shiver from a bed whilst moonbeams gleam.
Frost feathers trace the morning glass,
as silence crowns the sleeping grass.
The air is cold, yet pure and kind -
a hush that stirs the wandering mind.
Beneath pale skies, the earth exhales,
through silver light and misty veils.
In winter’s calm, the world feels new -
soft, distant, still - and edged with blue."
A keen pairing of poetic eyes.
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