Every year, I look forward to the first frost of winter was some trepidation. The first signs I notice are frost-covered leaves that graze my face on my way to the car; where I’m greeted by a crystallised windscreen. Out comes the scraper and de- icer before I hit the road, listening to travel news and being careful of black ice.
Perhaps when I’m retired will I appreciate the magic of winter’s arrival. Until then…….
Cold wispy breath-puffs
Frosted leaves stealing kisses
Winter says ‘Hello!’
Victoria is hosting tonight at dVerse Poets. Her prompt: First Frost