celebrating and creating our own LGBTQ+ history in honour of Sheila McWattie

day twenty three



As we walk across the field,

the low winter sun shines slantwise

cutting flashes and sparkles off the flat white snow.

It creaks beneath my feet but beyond that is a deep silence.

I realise I can’t hear the river and as we approach, I see that it has frozen over.

In the shallows every ripple and eddy has been etched in ice, a fantasy of Winter.

My heart is warm with wonder.

Whilst behind me, the dog kangaroos in and out of the soft drifted snow,

snorting with joy.



Comments on: "day twenty three" (2)

  1. love the joy in this piece

  2. Lovely descriptions the kangarooing dog..I can see it even the paw prints! Thank you

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