Sunday, 2 March 2025

THROUGH THE SILENT LANDSCAPE

 

Snow was falling, soft and steady

Settling on the silent landscape  

Fresh snow laying on the old

The only sounds to be heard

Were of his crunching footsteps

Through the deep fallen snow

And his coarse rasping breaths    

Pluming in the cold morning air


THROUGH THE SILENT LANDSCAPE

  Snow was falling, soft and steady Settling on the silent landscape   Fresh snow laying on the old The only sounds to be heard Were...