The misty morn peels,
Revealing sentinels of wintery fields.
Tallow rays, like a sweet mead glaze
Healing: a warming haze.
Treading through the meadow, footsteps as light as a fae,
Amazingly, brightening the day,
A pretty, pixie flower called sweet violet
Appears alone, shielded by the sleeping hedgerow
And wrapped with ivy and bay.
January’s frosty jewels glisten on a
Salted caramel lawn.
Chinking crystals wink at precious paws tingling;
Fairy ice dusted catkins jingle as they mingle.
Hooray! Warming rays ablaze.
My apologies for not posting for a while. As winter has truly set in, there seem to be so many jobs to get done that get in the way of creativity. I photographed plants in my garden for this post and one of my dogs of course. They are always wanting to be involved in whatever I am doing. Keep cosy if you have cold weather!
Lavender Moon: Artist, Poet and Lover of Nature 
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