I’m pretty sure that’s the first time those two words have been put together as the title of a piece of creative writing, and probably for good reason! Here are a couple of wintery haikus regardless…
Welly boots wobble
On rutted tracks frozen stiff.
Wind-stung cheeks throb pink.
Marbled moon-crossed ice
Crusted creeps ‘cross wind-stirred pond.
Nothing moves beneath.
***Thanks for reading, folks, and thanks for all of your likes and comments in what has been my first year blogging. You are a stunningly supportive community and I’ve got a great deal of pleasure from reading your work and having you comment upon mine. If I’ve not followed you on Twitter yet, I’m at @mjrichardso0. A happy Christmas to you and yours!***