Trying to paint frost

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Brick built through glass,

Blue, crisp, cold sky.

Observed through ice,

Layered, feathered,

Hard and delicate.

Like royal icing,

Infinitely spun in shards.

Spiders Web of facets.

Glinting and clinking in the sun.

Breath burns holes in it,

A cold palm melts into a print.

Frosted glass?

Frosting on a cake?

Feathered moonlight,

Frost…

 

Craft fair news

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Finished tree decorations…. I think they are OK. I’ve tried to make them festive. I’ve attached ribbons so they can hang off a tree. Well I will be trying to sell them at the craft fair I’m doing in the morning…. More to do.. I’m trying to do a painting of Frost. I’ve used lots of metallic paint, I think it’s in need of more detail though. _20191108_220603

Cold

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Blue and cold, chill my bones,

Snow falls sifted like icing sugar.

Whorls of wind taking heat away.

to where? Icy fingertips frosted nose,

Ankles and feet lumped with shivers,

Cooled heels , cold arms, breath softly turned to cold fog.

Heating is on but not making a dent in the chilly room.

Yesterday was glorious, brilliant,  sunny.

Now I need thermal clothes to encapsulate me.

It may not warm till spring, when suns return heralds warmth.

Till then, head down, under duvet, I try and stay warm.

Winter begins in Autumns arms.