Inspiral Daze

A soft focus world

stretches to infinity.

Will it ever end?

Snowflakes in my hair,

I blend into the landscape.

Here by choice, not roots.

Gilded New Year’s Day

melds molten-like into dusk.

Promises glow on.

Woken by silence:

A Dickensian morning

revealed by slow dawn.

Temperatures plummet:

Silent frosts change landscapes and

form barbed wire cobwebs.

Stress City’s landscape:

A blur of abstract colours,

sense eclipsed by speed.

First breath of winter

caresses morning landscape

with icy silence.

Wood smoke and cockerels

mingle languidly at dawn,

low mists undisturbed.

Autumnal snowflakes

randomly pepper dry fields.

Hint of things to come?

Skeleton flowers

reach moonward in unison.

Determined decay.