Frost’s Breath

Posted on by The Mush from the Hill Posted in 01. PoetryTagged , , , , , ,

O’er rambling valleys and rolling hills

Frosty breath clings to grass tips

As globules of cold dew drops

Glistening like white diamonds

In the bright sunshine

 

Slowly drawing in the warmth

Of the growing diurnal rhythms

They shy away to reveal

Pastures of emerald green

On this, a beautiful Autumn Day

 

Copyright © JRFC November 2019
Image from Pixabay

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