Missing Apus

I walked across the frosted lawn, the cold attacked me, wanting my inner warmth. My eyes watered.
Wood smoke snaked from the chimney scenting the air, silently calling me back.
Ducks and Geese bickered and squabbled on the fringe of gossamer ice.
Wood Pigeons erupted from sentinel oak, the explosion distracting.
I stumbled and fell, the cold earth greeted me, offering no cushion.
My error was rewarded with a cocoon of thought, as brief as it was, I saw the future.( Or  was it the past?)
A warm blue sky played host to screaming Swifts, their dark forms glinting in the Summer light as they playfully chased.
Winter had melted.
A Robin bobbed and ticked aloft it’s frozen perch, Winter has returned.


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