1. On the railings and in the hedges are cobwebs left behind by autumn but remembered by January's frost.
2. The street disappears into the fog, the horizon invisible but for a tree top in front of the misted over sun.
3. He brings flowers, stargazer lilies. They are fast asleep and shut up against the cold.
Hi Clare and all followers - just wanted to say what a great blog. Three beautiful things for me today: The orangey, pink sunset shrouded in mist this evening. The icing sugar frost on the trees. My cats cuddled up asleep in their blankets.
ReplyDelete#3 could you be any luckier and blissful??
ReplyDeleteEveryday there is poetry here, but somedays I just gotta stop and comment ... cobwebs left behind by autumn but remembered by January's frost ... exquisite!
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