Look out and see an ascending sun;

Her light dances

upon frosty blades of grass

in early morning;

as dawn breaks

and fog parts.

Surrendering

to a fleeting warmth.

(Copied from ‘Valley of Light’ by Lily in Hello Poetry)

I am back in France and the weather has turned decidely cold. Frosty mornings and light winds make for a brisk walk in the morning with Maggie. The land is dormant under the mantle of ice, but there is a wondrous beauty in the countryside with days like this. No hanging about when it is this cold (-4c). Maggie seems not to notice the chilled ground underfoot, happy to run through the frosty grass and munching on the thin ice covering almost dry puddles. I prefer a nice cup of tea…so I’m off to get warm.

A bientot!