(a work in progress – for some reason everything I write at the moment is 16 lines long. It used to be 20. Soon I will just be writing a line at a time)
First frost,
Icing sugar motes dancing,
Like fairies skating
On blades of grass
Buckets,
Filled with salt and grit.
Swirling ice patterns
Spiralled on windscreens.
Bright colours
Of scarf, hat and glove
As commuters pass,
Snuggled against the biting cold.
First frost,
Winter’s leveller.
Repainting the everyday
With the fashion of a new season.
