With each short day winters grip tightens
where once life thrived and spread
Is now so cold dark and dead
When later oak leaves danced upon a ripple past
Is now ice and snow that for months will last
I continue my watch of this small piece of life
and dream of the day when spring returns
to this place... at last.
~JE Ted Gardner
These shots are taken at the same scene as the post "Adrift"
on November the 4th