Frost Coating
In summer it was a wild place
But not now
No not now
For the frost has come
Stretching out it’s fingers
Freezing the forests heart
The snow had failed to follow
And a pale mist swallowed the landscape
Subliming onto the trees
In crackles
The lakes heart was not touched
Though the pools at it’s extremities –
Froze fast and clear
Laughter broke through the clouds
Aeneamic sunlight
Scattered and played
Upon the ertheral scene
A lonely traveller wondered
Wondering who had unleashed the joyous laugh
They could not see the whom
So they called out
Willing to share what sustainance there was
From a worn bag
For some human company
A happy trade though it would potentially bring death nearer
Only the wind howled in answer
Writing from a picture at the Cheltenham Art Gallery and Museum.
Posted: Monday, October 21st, 2024 @ 9:22 am
Categories: From Art, Poems.
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