The frost is thick on the fenceposts
and clings to the barbwire
It coats the grass
and embraces the flagpole
(waiting for little fingers to sting)
The sun shines through the fog
making the morning sparkle.
September 2021
3 years ago
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Beautiful pictures; Beautiful words. You're a poet Marisa!
Love your perspective! Particularly on the flag pole picture. You've been holding out on us, posting pictures of John on skiis....
I just need appropriate inspiration, I guess!
I agree -- this is really beautiful. Frost sounds much better when you put it this way.
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