Friday, February 11, 2011

morning dawns cold

Morning dawns cold. Rooftops of frost. Fields of crystal dew. And somewhere, a pond stares in ghostly pale reflection, frozen as the child within.

9 comments:

Leslie Morgan said...

Very lovely, and most Tree-like. First I've seen in some time! Sweet-sad, nostalgic/melancholy. But I sense a hint of that child thawing, finding the way in the sun.

Trée said...

Leslie, I think you're right. And it feels good.

Leslie Morgan said...

Yes. I know.

Roxana said...

how lovely... waiting for the spring, the child smiles within, it has to smile, i know it...

Mona said...

That is a cool fractal!

Hope you are doing well Tree!

Trée said...

Thanks Mona! I'm doing much better. Thanks for asking. Hope and trust you are well too. :-)

Trée said...

Oh Roxana, you do make me smile. Hugs to you. :-)

Autumn said...

"most Trée-like", what a wonderful expression and so very apt, for it is just that, pocket-sized yet abounding.
frozen as the child within - no single adjective could cover, yet many pertain - echoes that sound long after the words have been heard, this is but a one part of the beauty of your writing.

PS Happy belated birthday to C, I thought of it on the day and it slipped my mind thereafter. Not long til he is officially an adult :-)

Trée said...

Autumn, as always, your kind words are most welcome. You remain in my thoughts and prayers. Hope and trust all is moving in a forward direction.