In light so low,
the winter woods
merge into a silhouette of shadow.
Above the silent solitude,
clouds roll and break
in snow-blasted billows,
crooning chilly songs to fill the night
with the scent of frost and its icy bite.
Kim M. Russell, 28th December 2018
My response to Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo Thursday photo prompt: Clouds #writephoto
I couldn’t miss Sue’s last writephoto prompt of 2018!
‘The scent of frost’… yes. 🙂
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Beautifully done…
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Thank you so much, Bette.
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Lovely! That last line gave me cold shivers.
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Thank you!
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