ODB ~ Frost

After an early morning wake-up call /weather report from my mum this morning it seems I shall be seeing in the New Year with the possibility of snow, or at the very least a frosty outlook. Then, as I hopped on over to one deep breath, frost it was! Here are my contributions for this week's prompt.

born this frosty morn

what chance an outlook brighter

than this chilled defence

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nature's freezing hand-
crystalline intricracies
spread liberally

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girl-child's precious hand
encased in winter dressing
enveloped by my own

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safe as we slip-slide
our way along the crazed/glazed
pavement beyond our door


I particularly enjoyed the ambiguities of this prompt. Speaking as one, winter-born, who at times could be deemed a little 'frosty' (in the mornings that is.....)

ODB ~ A Kind of Beauty

with simple beauty,
snow blankets out the losses
of winter ~ purified

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emerald stalk holds aloft
a single teardrop
not barren ~ here's life

It's getting closer to that time! Christmas it seems is just around the corner, and despite my furtive attempts to avoid the OTT commercialism that started way back in early October (October? I mean really?) I can feel the excitment rising! So now we're well into December and I can appreciate the lights, the carol concerts and nativity plays and love the feeling that christmas means to me; of family and friends and appreciating just what (and who) you have in your life. BB's fabulous handmade christmas card this year absolutly compounded that sentiment for me, when I opened it up yesterday morning I felt all fuzzy inside. What are friends for, huh? Roll on 'New' New Year's Eve......


Well anyway, in the spirit of the festive season and all, and with the intention of dipping my newly found creative toes into the writer's pool out there, I stopped off at one deep breath. This week's (and my first) prompt is 'Yummy', what better prompt for a girl who loves her food, and all those festive smells and tastes.

Yummy

cinnamon swirls, nutmeg
spiced scents spiral upwards-
what festive heaven


Just seven days until the children break up and we will have days of dressing our house and (for the first time) a real tree (yummy pine fresh aroma) and baking mince pies and reindeer cookies! I can't wait..........