The bare bones of winter

A few days ago the forests were on the turn, the colours just vibrant with life as the residue of autumn ran dry. Still there was blossom on the briar.

Today the wind has abated, the winter framework, revealed.

Leaves tumble along the road caught in the slipstream.

The water has receded.

Jack Frost has danced across the hills

A pale cadmium wash fills the horizon. Sunlight Glinting on the flat sea lapping.

Shrieking, dancing and diving the oyster catchers scud along the tide

Wood Smoke rises in a breathless sky.

Buzzards pirouette on a thermal high.

Dashed hither and thither by a pair of corvids.

Barcud drops in from above. Peace restored.

(first published at this domain, so long ago that I forget. Anyway, I wrote it)