(#Haibun)

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!’

-Vivian Zems

Victoria is hosting tonight at dVerse Poets. Her prompt: First Frost

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