Frosty dawn

Night has iced the green to white

Hooves crunch and nostrils steam

Feathers puffed and heads tucked

Perched on naked branches

Insects skate on iced-capped puddles

Hills wear their foggy cloaks as day breaks behind them

Night has left some grey behind as it dawdled into dawn.

But soon the gold and blue will melt the white.

Wendy Bremner