It’s a bit chilly
Brontide* softly rumbles like distant canons
The first shots fired in a seasonal exchange
While days of golden rays give way
To low slung clouds of grey
Veils of clingy humid shrouds
Envelop the fading verdant high ground
The first shots fired in a seasonal exchange
While days of golden rays give way
To low slung clouds of grey
Veils of clingy humid shrouds
Envelop the fading verdant high ground
A shiver as the colder climates come
camped about the morning lawn at dawn
in crystalline splendour surrendered
to the ravage of nocturnes stiller icy airs
jack frost crunches like fine gravel underfoot
leaving evidence of the early intrusion on a frosty idyll
camped about the morning lawn at dawn
in crystalline splendour surrendered
to the ravage of nocturnes stiller icy airs
jack frost crunches like fine gravel underfoot
leaving evidence of the early intrusion on a frosty idyll
© 2019 Garry Spooner June 2019
*brontide -- sound of a distant thunder
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