Frost

A layer of sparkling inertia caresses the garden.
Dawn has anointed the grass
and it is joyous,
each blade erect for the glistening sun.

Oily offering,
I could be brittle, not unctuous,
if I lay down now in this luminous playground
and hardened against it.
Snap me into shards
and sprinkle me onto the earth;
I deserve this pleasure.

This picture was taken in the west of Northumberland, 75 miles away from my house, which is in the east of the same county; Northumberland is a very big and often desolate paradise. My side of the county has a rugged and wild coastline peppered with ruined and good as new castles; the west has huge fells, vast moorland and my fella.