Sunday, 19 December 2010

I would give you a Winterwood



Soft falls of snow, drifted into half moon shapes under the trees. The crisp crunch of the broken ice crust as boots sink deep and allow the snow edge to nibble at ankles. Frost tracery redrawing the year's leaves. Black holly. Snow falling from overloaded branches. Birds that fly and hop just a short way ahead, hoping they might find summer.

Birdfoot and paw prints




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