Frosty Morning

It was a frosty morning at my parents’ house this morning so I went out in the garden to see what I could see. My favourite thing was the combination of frozen and melting droplets on the grass as the sun warmed everything up. So pretty 🙂

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your hand

you took my hand
in the frozen forest
with a warm and steady grip

the ground
but I didn’t fall

with breaths of icy air
we stumbled on together
our fingers entwined

the forest fell away
  behind us
the hillside opened up
    before us

and onwards we stepped
into the light
and home

Iced Over

The last time I visited this nature reserve (Cors Caron) was in the summer when it was warm and bright and alive with insects. Now it is cold and bare and frozen and the ponds are iced over. But there is still beauty in the ice.

Frozen Teardrop

I loved this frozen droplet that looks like a tear. I can’t decide which of these photos I like best so I’m including both – what do you think? Continue reading “Frozen Teardrop”

Icy Droplets

It’s very cold at the moment and the raindrops are all frozen which makes for even prettier droplet photos. This pleases me. 🙂 More later I think … Continue reading “Icy Droplets”

Fear and Fighting Fear


fear sends icy tendrils
through veins and arteries
chilling the once warm heart
making hands shake and quiver

it twists around like ivy
slowly climbing up skin
roots burrowing into flesh
smothering hope and stealing joy

blood drains out to slickly pool
on the hard and frozen ground
face fades into palest white
eyes stare blindly out

empty shell of terror where
what-ifs flap like taunting bats
round head, tangled in hair
nipping, biting at wan cheeks

time slows, movement ceases
last hiss of breath then silence
life ebbs away with slowing beat
of the core, fear-strangled

Fighting Fear

holding on
frozen fingers
clinging to the edge

beat restarts
breath sucked back in
never letting go

ivy roots
ripped and torn out
cannot smother me

warm arms wrap
around cold flesh
skin on skin heat shared

fear retreats
shrunk back to size
overcome once more

standing tall and standing strong
bravely facing, come what may

I will NOT let you win