crimson and luscious
thrushes feast on yew berries
burst on the frosted
brittle leaf litter
the ice queen’s breath builds pretty
crystals on the oak
We went to Wrest Park, it was cold and icy, but quiet and serene. Inside the walled gardens, a warm haven in the sun. My photos below (all photos © Mel Melis)
The goddess Iris (below)
Pretty ice crystals on the oak leaf.
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