The fallen leaves are edged with lace, each frozen blade of grass with a tiny dew jewel at its tip. Dahlia petals break like thin glass.
Through the icy drifting dew, the sun is a soft yellow fuzz, resting in the tree tops. Opposite it, high in the western sky the moon is a shaved snowball.
Zip crouches in the barn waiting for Zinnia to pounce. They do a little dance circling each other then quickly lose interest.
They seem to not notice the change in temperature.
A striated glaze of ice covers the chicken’s water bowl. The barnyard gate is frozen shut. The sheep’s wool is curled stiff with from the hard frost.
I bring out two leaves of hay and they all eat it, even the older ewes who would rather graze on grass that is barely there.
That frozen Zinnia pic is gorgeous! Right now, here in WI it looks like a blizzard outside. We are having lake effect snow and so far about 4 inches. First I remember on Halloween!
Wow Barb, that’s a lot for November. It’s snowing here this morning, but I doubt it will stick. Halloween snow.
Your descriptive images are pure poetry prose. Beautiful.
Thank you Lois.
I think that Zinnia etched in frost looks like a perfect Christmas card image.
Oh Lovely LoisJean!