Out of the snowy lawn
The snowman
grew
Wearing a
hat and scarf
The way
that you do
With
pebbles for eyes
Pressed
into the snow
A smiley
twig mouth
And a large
carrot nose
He’s a
magnificent site
The snowman
that grew
But he’s
just snow and ice
And no
substitute for you
I wish you
were here
To chase
the blues away
I wish
you’d come back
To me for
Christmas day
In my back garden during last Winter
I saw the strangest of things
The fattest Robin I’ve ever seen
It was like a cricket ball with wings
Some crumbs of bread
Some bacon
rind
Perhaps
some nuts
Might be
kind
It’s up to
you
To decide
what’s best
To set upon
the table
For Robin
red breast
“Little Robin redbreast
Where can
you be?
Dear little
Robin
Come and say
hello to me”
“I can’t
“says the Robin
“The winter
is preventing me”
“Little
Robin redbreast
Where can
you be?
Dear little
Robin
Come and
say hello to me”
“I can’t
say hello to you
Because I’m
frozen to this tree”
Crimson breasted
Perching on
a gate
Robin red
breast
Looking for
a mate
A hardy
suitor
Courting
and wooing
Proudly
displaying
In ritual
pursuing
Trying to
impress
To attract
a wife
So in the
spring
There’d be
new life
And for his
efforts
Amidst
winter hard
He gets to
appear
On a
Christmas card
Never ever catch a snowflake
In your
mouth
Until
you’re sure all the birds
Have flown
south
A beautiful winter’s morning
When mist
conceals the sunrise,
And nestles
between
The frosty
shadows of the trees,
And
footsteps crunch
Through the
crystal patterns
Of the
crisp hoar frost
