Cold, chilly morning
mist curls over Albert Park Lake,
the water a silver hush,
breath rising like fragile smoke.
A young man walks the path,
scarf looped close,
hands deep in woollen pockets,
shoulders braced against the bite.
Leaves whisper underfoot,
each step a soft echo
in the quiet city’s wake.
The swans drift, serene and slow
he pauses,
watching the ripples widen,
thinking how even the cold
has its calm beauty.
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You are right, as cold often has its calm beauty. And your photo shows this point.
ReplyDeleteThat was taken during a cold morning
DeleteFine candid photo of this fellow dressed for a walk on a cold morning. Good there is a path without cars through the park.
ReplyDeleteGood to observe no cars in that space
DeleteA man who seeks peace.
ReplyDeleteAll the troubles in his head
DeleteOut for a stroll!
ReplyDeleteStrolling through the park... almost unnoticed!
ReplyDeleteWhat a great project you are embarked on the
ReplyDeleteParece que el frío es intenso y hay que protegerse de él. El ejercicio es una buena respuesta desde luego.
ReplyDeleteAbrazo
Nice
ReplyDeleteGreat poem I love "breath rising like fragile smoke, each step a soft echo and that last line. Here in Christchurch we had a beautiful spring day only a week ago we had snow
ReplyDeleteLooks a bit chilly! :-D
ReplyDeleteWell captured
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing and being part of
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A great shot again!