Seasons as Strange as Love
We woke up to a white landscape this morning.
Incredulity struck as we
rubbed our eyes in disbelief
- still it stared back at us
with its tranquil face.
The cold air licked our lungs when we
stepped outside
and the trickle of streamlets made eardrums remind us
of spring.
Birdsong played on our
imagination to make us
feel all warm inside,
smiles spread on our faces.
Now little snow is left.
It has been two seasons in one day
and hopefully, tomorrow we will
wake up to summer.
1 kommentar:
Splendid!
Och idag kandes det nastan som sommar. Iaf i Hove Park. ;)
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