To this English Oak
Older than fields and houses
Our lives look so short
frost
8th February 2019
Brittle bracken breaks
Trampled in the crisp morning
We follow the glare
7th February 2019
Today’s not over
Before the next has begun
Merging into one
5th February 2019
Soft silver shafts shin
Scattering sunlight sideways
Shadows slowly stretch
3rd February 2019
Frost bites hard and sharp
The relentless every day
The fields, an escape
31st January 2019
Fields frozen in time
But who will be here next year?
Melt into history
30th January 2019
How do cold fingers
Creep and crawl so cautiously
Into the thin air?
