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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, autumn, frost, hare, leaves, ploughed fields, poetry, winter, winter hare
Bared earth
fallow fields
ploughed furrows
concrete puddles
frosted peaks
morning hare
runs wild
winter sun
bleached sky
mist hangs
heavy air
winter cloaks
autumn leaves.
© Morning Hare 13.10.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Photo credit – The Hare that came closer… (Photo credit: Ian-S)
Worldly Winds 
He caught my eye – he is just lovely. Nice poem too!
He is a sweetie! Thank you for reading and for you comment too 🙂
Your poem is very beautiful!
Lol! When I look in the mirror I realize I have morning hair. It’s not the same, but I can’t resist the double meaning on this, a morning of heavy air, for me.
Thank you!
Hahaha brilliant! I usually play with double meanings a lot in my poem – I’d not picked up on that one! Very apt especially as I wrote that on the 7.30am morning train!
LO!