[Lady Jag]

Winter Morning

Frosted lawns sparkle like diamond strewn fields Vehicles huddle in their icy shrouds Cheeks slapped red by frigid air Every breath a tiny cloud Fingers wrapped in gloves' fraudulent warmth Naked trees bend laden boughs Pale sun labors through opaque, iron-clad sky And struggles to pierce winter morning pall. Elizabeth Coleman

[Soaring Feather]

Hello, Lady Jag. Such a precious graphic and poem. Thank You.



We are cold here still, had some fluffy white stuff in the night. Bright sun again today.

Your skies still overcast? Hope not you need some sunshine.

[HopeandGlory]

Hello Lady . . . I like this one . . . and yes, I am this far behind!!! . . . ;-)