It is winter now

It is winter now and early sometimes
we might sit and watch the planes trace
patterns in the sky; random lines
against the cloudless blue. And as we face
south east the sun comes late above the hill.
Tardy in the dawn, it hardly climbs
but makes its shallow way along the rim.
Everywhere the frost all whitely shines
and sparkles in the light. And all around
the water’s turned to rock. So too the ground,
whose grass cracks crisply where our footsteps land.
And clouds of breath rise as we warm our hands.
Then even after most has melted and the day is late,
there’s still a five bar frost beside the five bar gate.

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