Winter Wander-land...

Somewhere beyond this corridor of white

Where dusk breathes blush-soft rose upon the snow

I fancy pastures where pink clover blows

Imbibing vesper-song with sheer delight

The meadow, now a white-capped still-life sea

Will flaunt the cloth of summer’s emerald gown

I strain but all I see is winter’s crown

Where waves of rippling green taunt reverie

The rolling sweep as indigo and gold

Touch on horizon-lines of rippling heat

Mocks in brooding wind-song pinching cheeks

Moaning in tree tops stark against the cold

We scuffle through the muffled overlay

Of yester-storm while caught up in a dream

Of sun-swept shore and summer-dusk ice-cream

Its supper-time; blue daylight slips away

© Janet Martin

That's sort of the way it was today...staying light a little longer but still growing dark at supper-time.

 

We had some fun in the winter sun today but we're going to need a lot of warmer sun before anything close to clover-fields appear!