A Sharp Frost Poem by Liam ó Comáin
A Sharp Frost
Across the meadow
autumn frost gripped
the low stubble;
like a vice it held
its victim.
Hardening near by
top soil and preserving
foot marks like finger prints.
By a trough a freisian
prodded ice, in pursuit
of water, unaware of the
rising tempature as an ally.
Thursday, November 27, 2008
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4/25/2024 12:29:08 PM # 1.0.0.1119
nice picture goes with this one...thank you...