Frost

onset of winter

I bent the back

of an older man

to take a photo of

a cobweb

wearing frost like

dangerous jewels

on the path.

but the light

was all wrong

on the forest floor

where beasts like this

blot out the sun.

and my knees

indignant

at cold concrete

— previously published in ‘Jellyfish Whispers’ by Kind of a Hurricane Press, 2013