Photos by Julia & Piers of Jack Frost’s current visit to Latton Church.
and a poem by Mr G
Jack Frost called today
Hoar, feathering the trees
crystallising the branches
crisp and sparkling;
whilst on the ground
dusting, cold fingers
tentacles of ice
flitting over plant leaves
and remnant flowers
who catch their breath
before sleeping.
Snow may follow,
as nature wraps
its winter blanket.
Embracing hibernation.
Not dead, not dying
but waiting.
[Mr G. 11th December 2022]
Mr G's Ponderings 