Blue Noon

Clouds hide away the sun.
Cold paints the world blue.
Is this living on the moon?

Cold Creek

The creek moves fast cutting its way
through the meadow towards the river
trying to outrun the inevitable freeze.

Frozen Wetland

Cold paints a picture in tans and greys and white.
Wind is the painter’s muse.

Window on Winter

As the cold has settled deep into the ground
stillness has wrapped itself around the house
and both accentuate
the smallest of movements and quietest whispers of the heart.

Dark before Night

In the winter days darkness comes long before night.
It can seem the sun shines only in the distance
while the cold grabs on tight as a tick.

Roof Tops

We are safe beneath the peaks and eves
as cold gathers in the big grey sky.

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