Early January blues-
Earth-crust bruised by a bluish frost.
Fuelling fresh snow. Old trees
Like blackened needles
Dissolve. Embellished with a crystal froth
Salvoes of snowflakes tumble- soft
Chunks crumble- barrages from brittle clouds.
Pale sunshine vanishes
Volcanoes of pure gold erupt- fleeting
Glimpses in the distance
Open fields washed- wool-white
Slush-shrapnel pours from the skyline
Plethoras of toothpaste hills
Their teeth flossed.
And a biting wind accosts
Rime-frost numbing flesh. The river
A vast oil slick
Flowing amid bare bones-
Ebony blood in its deep grooves.