We are enlivened to the core
as we stroll across the moor:
hills transform into mountains;
wintry waste is hemmed
by trees and stones;
branches shiver with icicles and frost
that chill us to our very bones.
Anaemic sun fails to warm us
and underfoot the earth is hard as iron,
despite promises of early thaws.
Up ahead on the horizon,
curling wood smoke reminds us
of the welcoming hearth
that waits at home.
Kim M. Russell, 2017
My response to Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo Thursday Photo Prompt – Thaw #writephoto
writing in north norfolk 
As gorgeous as ever, Kim. It doesn’t need the picture to paint the scene.
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Thank you, Sue!
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Clever juxtaposition of ‘anaemic’ and ‘hard as iron’.
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😉
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There are few pleasures as wonderful as entering a warm house, taking off your shoes and having an aah moment (as you sink into an armchair) and leave the icy cold outside.
Anna :o]
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That is so true, Anna!
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Lovely photo, beautiful words. You are mos def the Queen of Words…
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Thank you, Toni, I’m not sure if I’m worthy of that honour! 🙂
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This is just so beautiful!
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😊
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I learned a new word: “Anaemic”. Sorry. I get excited about new words.
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Me too!
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Such Phenomenal Sweetness! 😎😎😎🥀🥀🥀
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😊
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Such lovely words, so evocative. Brilliant.
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Thank you very much!
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