The cold morning when the car was slow to start and the temperatures ridiculously low, was also a beautiful day with the sun shining and glistening on the frosted trees and icy roads, so on the journey to take our neighbour to her lesson I jotted down a few thoughts to describe the day.
A cold, cold Winter
The intense cold has a fierce beauty,
the beguiling charms of a rose kissed, aqua tinted landscape.
The streams of liquid gold
lit by a low sun
that dances and sparkles through the ice covered trees
The crystal strewn fields shimmering,
Smoke that barely rises
struggling to clear the heavy cold air
stretching out tendrils
twisting and turning
looking for escape.
The wind that cuts like a knife,
searching out the slightest vulnerability
reminding the unwary
that winter is without mercy
to those unprepared!