I woke up this morning to discover that my window had produced its own curtains in the cold of the night. Luckily they’re the type made of vertical strips, so I could view the riotous delights of autumn colour, attached to the tree opposite, through the thin slits carved out by dribbling water droplets.
Posted on January 20, 2012, 6:00 am, by anna, under
Frost,
Morning.
As I walked out one morning, Walking down Morna Road, The roofs upon parked cars, Were ice-bergs with frosty nodes. And down behind some houses, I found a grassy patch; To my surprise, a daisy With delicate frost attached. “My name is Hoarfrost, Forever I will grow, Whilst the ground is so cold, And the [...]
