Old, cold and beautiful

Peter’s Pictures

This old abandoned house

once filled with love and laughter

now sits alone at the end of the road

with no one to tell its tales to

ultimate panic queen

Peter lost his old spade in his wood ten years ago

Not much use now

Actually a shovel

by God, the old man could handle a spade. 

Just like his old man.

The son does something different

But I've no spade to follow men like them. 

Seamus Hainey

Cosmopolitan mosses likewise salve

sidewalk cracks, crumbling walls.

Pattiann Rogers

The spider, dropping down from twig,

Unfolds a plan of her devising,

A thin premeditated rig

To use in rising.

EBWhite

Skeletons

The leaf is dead, the yearning past away;

Alfred Tennyson

Foxglove seeds

Nature's candelabra

In life, a mere weed

The wall is builded of field-stones great and small

Tumbled about by frost and storm

Shaped and polished by ice and rain and sun:

Some flattened, grooved, and chiseled

Helen Keller

Over the years, I oft have wondered

was I right to leave the old place

where I found security and life.

Unca Goat

Peter Williams was inspired by January’s hoar frost. He  provides lots of pictures that appear in my posts. You can find them in the theme column articles he has written.

His garden is not always as pristine as I pretend