Night has iced the green to white
Hooves crunch and nostrils steam
Feathers puffed and heads tucked
Perched on naked branches
Insects skate on iced-capped puddles
Hills wear their foggy cloaks as day breaks behind them
Night has left some grey behind as it dawdled into dawn.
But soon the gold and blue will melt the white.
Wendy Bremner
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