2 January – Picture perfect

Today was a picture perfect Winter’s day
of wide Wedgwood skies and every surface glazed
with varnishing crystals of thick sparkling frost
accentuating each detail as if it had been embossed.
Silhouetted trees line-danced along fields delicately
as low light illumined their unrivalled intricacy.
And as dusk approached, before the last rays had gone,
a huge honeyed moon appeared and coldly-goldly shone.
I crunched the diamond jewel-ground with my booted feet,
wishing I could pause time and press repeat, repeat, repeat.