I have learned that cold has many shades. There is a cold that is crisp & invigorating like first bite of sweet plum or tang of ripe nectarines. There's another that is comfortable like a worn warm jacket when the snowfall has stopped and everything looked like a sculptured garden, scent of fresh pine cones. And there is that cold that is a sharp knife pinching the flesh so tight, I can hardly breath its polar musk. And finally, there is that shade of cold that is deadly as a glacier in the midst of the sea. Yet, I have also witnessed how that huge pile of snow could melt like spring water with the dawning of the sun.
pink white, a prism of beauty
i can't catch on paper
By Artist: Danny Gregory
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - A haibun for Gabriella who is hosting the art of Danny Gregory ~ Thanks for the visit ~