grey as dusk swims
a cold ocean
over frosted grass.
Lemon yellow sun hides
among the groves of the south
where butter wouldn’t melt
and the geese sing loud.
Hard earth yields little
but hoofed away the fallen leaves
acorns sit fat as pigs.
Squabbling over scraps
of the broken jar that was summer,
the mirror of spring.
11 thoughts on “Another cold morning”
Hope you get some warm weather soon. It’s gotten colder here, and still windy–but at least the sun is out. We’re supposed to get some snow tomorrow though. I like the images of the fat acorns and squabbling birds.
Thank you! It’s coming out of the chilly spell, I think. Back to the rain apparently. Which isn’t even proper rain, just damp air.
Damp air is yucky. 🙂
Looks like a fish tank, feels like a fish tank…
Ugh. I hope it doesn’t smell like one, too.
Ha ha! I doubt it 🙂
So well captured, as always Jane. A sense of these greys days of the new year seem to be sweeping over everything I read of late. I always felt like I was a child of winter but the older I get the more I long for Spring, or do I mean youth?
Can’t remember ever liking winter. I was brought up in Yorkshire and it was bitter. You’re barely out of spring, Damien! Enjoy the summer 🙂