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This is what the cold looks like

This is what the cold looks like –

Cold air moving .


This is what the cold looks like –

Catching the cold.






This is what the cold looks like –

Entering, the cold stomps tingling feet.



This is what the cold looks like

When the snow blanket is thin,

As the morning windchill

Scratches a minus 27 Celsius

on your cheeks and chin –

Oh, such lovely colours.


So Red



So red it grows –

not black or green – leaves/stem

race Time’s quick grasp.


Garden Gloves in Monochrome


COME into the garden, Maud,

For the black bat, night, has flown,

Come into the garden, Maud,

I am here at the gate alone;

And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad,

And the musk of the rose is blown.

Come into the Garden, Maud

Alfred Tennyson, 1st Baron (1809–92)


From Here to There


From here to there falls

blossoms swimming through still air –

floating memories.




Traveller Seeks Horizon



a gaze of longing –

Traveller seeks horizon’s line,

when  journey begins.