Fresh canvas.
The snow fury flies high,
virgin prints freshly sown,
across pale white-washed skies,
walking in the unknown.
Virgin prints freshly sown,
the redstarts take flight,
walking in the unknown,
old view becomes new sight.
Our time on earth on loan,
the snow fury flies high,
snowballs curled and thrown,
across pale white-washed skies.
Karen Rodgers©️2018
Jurassic Coast Writers 