Tuesday, 26 November 2013

An Ice Glaze



Subdued sun: noon has early evening light.
Plants are frost-brittle. A quality of stoppage rules the sky until a distant shotgun ruffles up the pigeons. The hedge is warmly hued, under the glistening freeze: if the sun were fiercer today it would steam, like the neck of a serpent in a torrid swamp.
Over the roll of the earth Dog and I stroll, happily absorbed, homewards.
On the couch a damp Dog has snuck. In through windowpanes a brief lift of sun: it compliments the handsome leaves of the avocados.



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