Iced Sunrise

Strands of sunlight break through the clouds
Hanging in the air like delicate golden ribbons
Sparkling on polished grey water, rippling
Frost melts, turning from white fur to mundane
Dark patches slowly growing in puddles on paths
Ice crackling its protest underfoot
Lifes force drifts in front of me as I breathe deep
Fingers frozen, stuffed into pockets
Warmth creeping over them felt almost as painful
Hat pulled hastily over unbrushed hair
No-one walks this way so early anyway
Silence falls as I stop to throw bread
Broken by sleepy hungry ducks scrambling
Squawks as they jostle for the best bits
Sliding on grass still rigid, untouched by sun
Then a slow walk back to the comfort of home

robyn selters
I love it! I'm right there feeling that icy scene... enjoyed each line of imagery and the wonderfully invisible human moment early morning walkers can relate to so well... tfs

patspoems
What a magical scene you paint in these lovely words. Another winner that I am recommending..... Pat

Chaos1214
An enchantingly lyrical exposition. The icy night gives way only grudgingly.

Linda Winchell
What a beautiful picture you have painted in words. God bless