Pea soup days

It really was a pea soup day
with freezing fog all ’round
reducing visibility
with ice upon the ground
Everywhere was coated white
not from snow but frost
and in the thick and murky fog
it was easy to get lost

But the wonder of this winter view
as it fell to minus seven
thought clouded breath escaping gave
a little glimpse of heaven
White on fields and white on trees
on verge and hedgerow too
As if with one cold overnight
the world was formed anew


4 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. anisioluiz2008
    Jan 30, 2017 @ 07:05:40

    Reblogged this on O LADO ESCURO DA LUA.

    Liked by 1 person


  2. thereluctantpoetweb
    Feb 11, 2017 @ 01:24:34

    Jem, Loved he way this read out loud. Have you thought about posting your work on with you reading them? It’s really great to hear a poem read so that you are free to let your mind’s eye can imagine? Keep up the great work.



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