it might be mid-June
clean sky, orange horizon
but for skeletal oaks
opaque car windscreens
frustrate mechanical routines
frosted bodywork
lone cyclist slips past
cocooned commuters’ vehicles
steaming traffic jam
treading out to school
trio of teenage girls thrilled
by icy puddles
~
n.b. The intricacy of Jack Frost’s work on a neighbour’s car demanded my attention.
CLP 21/11/2024
Journey of Words 