jack frost came so beautifully this morning
sprinkling Narnia across this land where
i
am so fortunate to dwell
i
could see the tinkling fingers of winter
hear the warmth of a low sun
taste the colours of iced crystals
touch the silence within a tear
smell the light lifting gloom
i
ceased to be
Hedgewitch has called for a 55 so here is my response to todays Verse Escape 55
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A lovely mix of all the senses, Paul–I see, feel, taste and touch with the brush of the mind your winter’s artistry, its silence that is filled with the tinkling skitter of ice that gleams like diamonds. I am so glad you came to play, and I promise, I didn’t count the words. ;_) I especially liked the Narnia reference, and the last few lines. Hope you have a kickass weekend (as per the traditional 55 wish as passed on by the originator of the meme, Galen Hayes.)
Kick Ass start that’s for sure. Always a pleasure visiting your corner of the world.
very beautiful
Thank You
touch the silence within a tear..
This is magical! How fortunate to experience the purity of first snow.
There are so many things slowing down… I can actually think of snow being sleep..
Jack Frost! Well done him for sprinkling Narnia across your backyard. And well done you for saying it. Frome comes to mind as well. We’ve had a foggy frost here and it reminds me of this special fog I think only grows at high altitudes. I might have to write an ode to frome (which I am probably spelling all wrong). Either way, inspired.