The hand of Winter holds tight to the roof
its icicle fingers curled under the eve.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
The hand of Winter holds tight to the roof
its icicle fingers curled under the eve.
This is amazing.
Its really awesome…
Hi. You have an interesting way of looking at things… the ‘icicle fingers’ are easy to see at this angle. Jane