Winter Morning
WINTER MORNING
The air is so clear, you can see for miles.
Clear landscape stands out in stark silhouette
against the icy crystal clear blue sky.
Yellow cold sun stands just above the horizon as the last
of the stars disappear and the moon fades from view.
A cold frost covers the grass making it springy underfoot,
it coats the boughs of the trees glistening silver jewels
before your eyes.
There is nothing quite like a cold Winter’s morning when
everything is still.
As the sun shines over this sleepy world long shadows are
cast over the countryside, along the lanes and fields and villages.
When you walk down a country lane in December, stop to
enjoy the beauty.
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