Sunday, 7 February 2021

SOFT BLANKET OF WHITE

 

A silent soft blanket of white

Had hidden the land from sight

It’s our job to investigate the crime

Really, we want to have a good time

We sledge and we toboggan

Build the world’s biggest snowman

We have a massive snowball fight

Doing battle till the enemy took flight

Then we stomp thru the powdery crunch

Making our way home to have lunch


Saturday, 6 February 2021

WHITE BERRIES

 

White berries grow

In abundance

On the mistletoe

As the snow falls

Nature’s bounty

On the bough

Mother Nature

Stocking her Larder

For the long bitter

Winter to come

Friday, 5 February 2021

ARE YOU WEARING SENSIBLE SHOES?

 

Are you wearing sensible shoes?

And substantial winter tights

What a wonderful combination

I can’t express how that delights

How comfortably cosy you will be

On the long cold winter nights

RED BREASTED ROBIN

 

Red Breasted Robin

Sitting on the fence

With snow falling

God that bird is dense

 

Sitting out there exposed

Out in all weathers

Trying to look cute

As it freezes its feathers

Thursday, 4 February 2021

BUT SOFTLY THE MYRIAD SNOW FLAKES FALL

 

But softly the myriad snowflakes fall

These infinite flakes of purest white

Like pure white down of angel’s wings

Floating gently from heavens height

 

But this is no heaven-sent delight

This thing of beauty that cruelly lingers

For harshly touched is the naked earth

When touched by winters icy fingers

OH DREARY WINTER

 

Oh, dreary winter

You have overstayed

Your grey skies

Are not welcome

I know spring is close

I look at the grey lake

With the duck on it

The only splash of colour

In the late winter landscape

But I see the hints of spring

Everywhere around me

And the promise of daffodils

Lilacs and butterflies

So, winter it’s time to go

Your welcome is worn out

Wednesday, 3 February 2021

ARE YOU WEARING WOOLLY TIGHTS?

 

Are you wearing woolly tights?

That’s one of my favourite sights

As the evenings begin to shorten

Well as they say winter draws on

AUTUMN MORNING

  The mist cascaded down the hillside Like a maiden’s hair Tumbling onto her shoulders The bare branches of the birch trees Pierced ...