It spreads across the ploughed fields. Ethereal and creeping mist fermented from the ground.
The seeping winter's frost covers the ferns and the bog, the silence is broken by the biting cold wind.The ice is thick on the loch, the trees are standing like sentinels casting shadows over the shore.
Michael Cochrane © 2024
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A vivid depiction of winter frost. ' the trees are standing like sentinels......' wonderful line from a well expressed poem.