the icy crunch underfoot
tells tale of frost and the last snow
of the season (we hope)
frozen mud - a happy thought
my boot and trouser legs
will remain unsoiled this morning
and like an accessories machine:
on gloves off hat off gloves on scarf
i seek the perfect temperature
out of the woods the horizon opens
what kind of day is this?
blue sky, few clouds, sunshine
a playing dog barks
the satisfying clink of the chain on the gate
and the crunch of my boots
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