"I've learnt the beatitudes of ice,
something sacred, something cold,
demanding respect, a paraphernalia
of horned boots, cowl and padded vest,
for body nicely flexed to winter's mould."
From Shovel to Self-propelled Blower:
The Immigrant's Progress
Reinzi Crusz
Hi Guy,
ReplyDeleteHope all is well with you in these difficult times.
Beautiful image of the bird in the snow.
Hi Roy
ReplyDeleteIt has been a bit of a stressful time but overall we have fared well. I also did not post for a while because i had a problem with my bogs. However I did miss it and I plan to get back into the habit of posting on a regular basis. Thanks for stopping by.
Guy