on the edge of the pond


Botanical garden pond , Nelson, canon, June 2018, ©Sylvie G

The winter light

coldly transparent

was blowing on my frozen

fingers, took the first steps

on the edge of the pond,

colours in a transe

under my failing gaze

but you reminded me

of the bitterness of the air

you spoke austere words

which had no effect

on the person I was

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