I open my eyes

They may seem to see the same scene
Laying from my window
Yet it is different

Lost to distance detail blurs
A thin but opaque covering
Masks the expected view

Now standing at the window I am drawn
The inviting summer like sky
Begs for me to bask in its given warmth

The door crisps open

The air bites with vicious jaws of frozen anger
The first step crunches as do all that follow

Where grass can be seen there is dew
A sweet dew
Dew that is paused like a video
Over a base of frozen earth

Small but delicate flowers
Round bush and base of hedge row

While I stand


Into the consciousness of a different life
In the vacillating and hypnotic
Yet soothing azure blue sky