White gulls sailing
In a clear blue sky
The air is still and cold
Peaceful
The first frost
Sends me skittering
On the decking
As friction fails
And tyres fail to bite
Then catch their grip
To save my little slip
Now caution is my watchword
As I'm blinded by the light
And I climb the frosty silver hill
Into a golden sun.
#CoSopoetry