Monday, November 14, 2011

Prose: “First ice is on the pond”

I slip on rubber boots, the grass feels wet and cold

I step around dry leaves, crisp edges in a fold.

Colours, the oranges and reds, of which I’m fond

Are now subdued, and first ice is on the pond.

[Prose and photos by GH]


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