photo credit: scyrene Ice forest via photopin (license)

Breath congregates like candyfloss before my eyes
And grass appears dusted by icing sugar
In this midwinter slumberland
That greets me at my door.

The gate creaks as I creep out into the morning
Gingerly, like an ice-skating tightrope-walker.
The age of steam has dawned again for me
As I venture out with train engine breathing,
Chugging on, disaster just a slip-slide away.
© 2017 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

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