Zoom w a View & Prose: “First ice is on the pond”

["Crap," I said this morning, at half past eight, while I peeked through the venetian blinds and into my back yard. Then I looked back toward the light in the kitchen and hollered, "Has anybody made coffee yet?" Oct. 28, GH]

First Ice is on the Pond

I slip on rubber boots, the grass is wet and cold


I step around old leaves, crisp edges in a fold.


Colours, the oranges and reds, of which I’m fond


Are now subdued, and first ice is on the pond.


[Prose and photos by GHarrison]

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"Crap," I said. Truly I did.

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