Early winter mornings
bring crisp and crunchy frosts
and blanched landscapes.
Even my two favourite rusty posts have lost colour.
The rusty pups and I are surrounded by gentle muted colours
except the top of the mountain
is coloured by the rising sun.
I even love this monochrome scene
It is the layers
each one a different texture
and grasses bent over with the weight of frosty crystals.
As we walk the rising sun looks warmer than it is.
I thought my finger tips would never stop tingling!