Somewhere…

.

Ever elusive

that pot of gold escapes me

best to be at ease

.

by Scooj

Cold snap tail

.

Sugar crystal snow

rattles the red-brown beech hedge

the ‘Beast’s’ final fling

.

by Scooj

Snow envy

.

An east-west divide

they have it and don’t want it

the snow is whiter…

.

by Scooj

Long tailed tits

.

They come from nowhere

never still for a moment

and then they are gone

.

by Scooj

Flatter to deceive

.

Snow to sleet to rain

settling momentarily

so disappointing

.

by Scooj

Chilly

.

The biting chill wind

cuts through to the very bone

the wind-chill factor

.

by Scooj

Sub-zero

.

A microclimate

defined by our garden fence

somehow snow remains

.

by Scooj

The white stuff

.

Waking to the white

it came, it pitched, it melted

a fleeting visit

.

by Scooj

Snow

.

Febrile atmosphere

teenagers expecting snow

might never happen

.

by Scooj

Ice

.

A perfect circle

skimmed from a gardening trugg

smashed to smithereens

.

by Scooj