I’m thinking cold these days, maybe because it’s January and should be cold, at least in the Northern Hemisphere. It’s also blues time when people tend to get depressed, reaction from holiday excitements, the sense of being back to everyday normal. Yet even cold and everyday have their colours …
COLOURS FROM A DOG-SLED
blue within green, white 
in blue: patterns slide a leap of ice
plummet under a Jaeger’s wings
into waves of silence
the sled crosses an open lead
into a loon’s call
echoing down a crevasse
in the glacier’s sill
the stretched white land buckles
breaks into runnels of poppies
tossing among willow-herb
on the blade of the Arctic
The Willow Tree Girl “… perfect for children in the 7-11-year-old bracket who love to read. …The characters are life-like and the plot intriguing …” Elizabeth Symon. Find it at Smashwords
