Tag: frost

November 29th

numb cheeks and crimson lips, could almost feel the first snow while snugging in a cold blanket

November 27th

first frost – crisp, crisp, crisp the moon glides through the sky trying not to slip

October 1st

pale rose on the wall blooming through the bricks, through the rain, through the frost, through the grey


Touched fresh morning frost. Shivered, felt it melt and sighed. Some sprinkled on the ground.


White dust all the way – soft, shimmering and melting- crunches when touched.