Love the smell of wood burning on a frosty morning when I head in from hanging clothes on the line.
This morning’s hard frost
makes such clear lines,
like a single voice
in a jumble of
autumn’s noise.
Kelly Salasin
“Frost makes a frozen confection
of my lawn,
while ice forms
too soon
upon the pond.”
K. Salasin
The ground is encrusted in ice this morning
while the pond is liquid still
reminding me that
in my dreams
I was frolicking
in lovely, temperate waters
that suddenly
began to swell.
Alarmed, I made my way toward the bank
and just as I lifted myself out
what was once fluid, grew as solid
as the earth.
