Look at this, I said.
Chalky expanse,
lonely, untarnished decoration.
Blush of cold,
branches rest as veins
atop a transitory skin.
Could be silk, maybe fur.
Winter discovery
like forgotten snowmen.
A footprint chime,
high note shimmering
through bitter liquid.
Murmurs of cobalt,
tongues of white,
our fresh heaven.
Written: August 2018.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time, inspired by a photograph. All comments welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.