Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Tag: ice
Winter Wonder: Ploughing the Dawn
Thanks to Oz Hardwick for today’s Winter Wonder submission, Ploughing the Dawn. Ploughing the Dawn Dawn comes late, the tread of frost heavy on hard ground. Steady steps stride through snow, shackle spirits to icy shafts, weigh the balance, take the weight, and… Continue Reading “Winter Wonder: Ploughing the Dawn”
Fire
Autumn is crisp and ever changing Winter is brittle and eternal Autumn is gold; fire incarnate Winter is silver; ice and diamonds. Autumn is laughter, runs through the woods. Winter is joyous; hats, scarves and hoods. Autumn is gathering close, being thankful. Winter is… Continue Reading “Fire”
Little moments of wonder…
When winter is an idea and home is where the central heating is; when frost holds no fear for the English wanderer; take the snow and make it your plaything. Forget the empty, useless roads and take joy in being stuck at home. This… Continue Reading “Little moments of wonder…”
Might snow this weekend…
Why do we say it’s brisk when it’s cold outside? Brisk; fast, quick, sharp movements. Lively; with vigor.Is the cold vigorous? Perhaps it more describes us:Rushing out of the icy air into warm abodesBreath like fog and eyes sparkling diamondsIn mines of glowing red;Or… Continue Reading “Might snow this weekend…”
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