First day,
first frost,
fragile steps,
crisp blanket under foot
on grass like glass.
Crisp air,
slow movements
susceptible to change,
to ticking time,
travelling through
like the snow flakes
on sturdy shoots
above warmer roots
Fine day
for starting out,
finding freshness
in the unforeseen,
favouring the future
on lists
that never linger long,
resounding resolutions
penned in dissolvable solutions
on crisp sheets
all shattered
before the sun
can melt the snow.
A blank page,
a clear canvas,
crisp to caress,
careful how you press.
We are each of us
snowflakes
falling
through twisting time
undefinable,
indescribable,
irreplaceable,
often unreachable,
looking for a leaf
to light upon,
a place to rest
on this new day
in this new year.
Crisp white hope
glistens on fragile branches
that are already bending…
All Words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
Damien B. Donnelly 
What an incredible array of poignant words on this start of the year. I love the line “resounding resolutions penned in dissolvable solutions…” how very true. Thank you for expressing it so poetically Dami.
Thank you my dear and I wish you a wonderful creative new year full of love and laughter
Happy New Year, Damien, despite all that fffff frost 🙂
Frost is right!!! Happy new year my dear
Lovely photos. Hope your own snowflake falls gently and rests peacefully. Happy New Year, Damien!
Thank you my dear and a very happy new year to you too x
🙂
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REBLOG. Frosty mornings in NZ at present. Here’s a poem from Paris where crisp white frost accompanied New Year. Poem by D. B. Donnelly