Ice under foot
White sheets over limbs
We sit awed
Didn't see it coming
A frost like this
There will be foxes
Testing our succulent hens
Keeps the other half busy
Washing and warming stuff
Better that way
No need to talk
She will look out of windows
I will retire to the shed
Both looking to a life frozen
No winter thaw our bed
© shaun patrick green 2013
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