Dead trees lying on the beach are sad shadows of their former selves but here’s a new perspective I gained on radical transformation.
Chris Mousseau shared photos of these fallen beauties he found when he went for a run on a perfect but cold winter’s day (-20 degree day … cough).
On the shore of Lake Ontario: “The icicles had formed the night before, when the wind was strong and sprays of lake water washed over the beach and the fallen tree.”
Prince Edward County, Ontario, Canada.
Photo by Chris Mousseau. To see more photos: Icicles by Lake Ontario
Fallen by Liz Cowburn aka Ms Liz
Night’s chill wind-whipped spray –
icicles today. Take a bow,
bowed bough. Rise and shine!
Posted by Liz; Exploring Colour (2020).
Photo by Chris Mousseau, used with permission.
Your words work beautifully with the image – very witty!
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Thank you Ann, you wouldn’t believe how long it took me to create such a simple little verse.. hours!
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Ah, but these things are never so simple! 🙂
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I can’t imagine that kind of cold. Clever play on words in your verse!
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Neither can I imagine that sort of cold.. thanks LD!
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Very clever poem!
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Thanks Robert!
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Lovely wee poem!
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Thanks so much 🙂
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