Ice creeps across the marsh.
Pine trees await their white winter coats.
Cold sharpens the silence.
Cold Creek
The creek moves fast cutting its way
through the meadow towards the river
trying to outrun the inevitable freeze.

Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Ice creeps across the marsh.
Pine trees await their white winter coats.
Cold sharpens the silence.
The creek moves fast cutting its way
through the meadow towards the river
trying to outrun the inevitable freeze.