29 November, captured at around 0900 GMT.
I saw fire in the distance,a bit of orange
Even the tide
And as we zoom out deep outside,
starlings & blackbirds feel
feast on garlic bread;
Pantagruel plays in thick snow!
and now to dusk
by a few
the lens at
towards a pale
Moments in bubbles from 60N
Black & White world,
until dawn dies, all I can see is dark on ice -
flurries still knock at my window.
lapses of time from dawn till dusk -
spun in winter, woven by hand.
In between street lights & tarmac,
essence of dusk glides on blue ice -
every flurry points to dreamers.