Swirling flakes dance around my nakedness,
winter’s mad bridal dance clothes me,
the veil of modesty testing the strength of my limbs,
while I await the storm’s groom.
A local tree on the outskirts of York, North Yorkshire, England revealed as the storm storm eased for a few moments.
Shot on a very cold Olympus E30.
Converted into black and white and best viewed large.