The rooster opened the day with his stubborn crowing.
A low sunbeam was flickering playfully on the wall mirror.
Finding just one slipper by the bed, I rushed towards the window.
Moving apart the lace curtains, I gazed through the window with gratitude.
The frost had mercy and bypassed our small orchard in front of the house.
Clouded Yellow
fluttering among
pinkish canopies