The frost-bitten sun sinks. Puckered rosehips, brilliant drops of blood, Sprinkle among the scraggly underbrush, While silvery drifts slouch deep in their beds. The twisted poplar thrusts jagged edges Against soft folds of velvet skies; Snapping air snatches breath, Transforms it to mist, sailing away. Solemn silence shivers. Bold, and girded with jewels, Stalwart OrionContinue reading “The Frost-Bitten Sun”