The World Turns To Ice

Monday, 29 November 2010

The cold wind do blow

The temperature is dropping and frost is glittering in the starlight.  I am waiting for snow. There is a light dusting on the trees in the Greenwood but there is more coming in the night.  I am waiting to see white goosefeather flakes in the light of the old lampost in the lane. Outside it is still.  The cold air bites and I am waiting for snow.

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