A December Day
The air is crisp, cold and clean.
My breath sparkles in its grasp like fairydust.
I feel like a fairytale’s dragon.
The darkness cloaks the clouds,
Choking out any lasting glimmers of light,
As the sun sets low in the Winter sky.
The trees look fragile.
Their vulnerability exposed,
By the nakedness of their form.
Time slows.
Patience is a virtue,
As you wait for the freeze to thaw.
Spring is almost upon us,
Fingers crossed,
The wait won’t be too long. .
The Neon Squid 
Beautifully penned. Also awesome capture. 🙂
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