Red sky brightening; news app updating.
Trees shadow birthing sun,
rimed and shimmering –
dark mirage to start the day.
Leaves, crispy, crackle pleasingly –
accompaniment to the ache of joints –
‘neath heavily-socked and booted feet.
A shake to wake, clap of gloved hands to warm.
Breath billows out like insubstantial clouds,
personal puffs of vaporous exhalation.
Cold, this morning.
Cheeks sting, ears burn, chin tingles at its angle,
front line against the frost.
Alive; real. This refreshing pain,
interrupted by vibrating ping –
reminder of the day ahead;
sharp as angular ice that cloaks the grass.
[Copyright N R Nolan © 2015]