First light bends, dips and sweeps
through brackish shallows of mist,
where weather-stained sheep
graze on meagre brittle grass
and rooks stab between the furrows
of fields like crumbled Christmas cake,
sprinkled with frost and ice-baked.
Kim M. Russell, 2017
My response to Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo Thursday photo prompt – Mists – #writephoto


























