Got to admit, that first layer of frost on the ground
In-stills me with an air of trepidation
Not exactly fear, but as you make your way from here to there
Going across the icy surfaces
Expect a slip or slide or two – especially by the
Roadside pavements where Jack frost refuses to budge
Little steps carefully taken are what’s required here, or
You’ll slip up on that iced up path
Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.
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