The storm raged
Thunder roared
And lightning flashed
As rain fell, unrestrained
From leaden skies
Like liquid knives
Dropping into the
sodden land
Night came early
Beneath the slate grey
Until a tear in the
fabric
Of the unremitting
deluge
A perfect patch of blue
Showing through the
heavy sky
Brought tranquillity
With a glimpse of
heaven
Through the darkness
A beam of heavens
light
Shone down upon the
land
A beacon from above
To let us know
We are not forsaken
The rich fed grouse thrive on the moor
The golden hare lives
on the valley floor
In the meadow you’ll
find rabbits there
While the fox sits
patiently in his lair
Through green-woods and meadows
The happy travellers
wend
Along the meandering
river
Until they reached
journeys end
A bee sipping nectar from a flower
A sparrow sipping dew
from a leaf
A butterfly on his way
to somewhere
Pays us a visit but it
was only brief
A duck quacks out on
the water
And we hear a
Kingfisher splash
An elegant swan glides
effortlessly by
And the dragonfly
makes a dash
The snow has settled on us
Like a shroud.
Each day growing deeper
Silence fills the
emptiness of the landscape
But for the ghostly
sound of the wind
High in the treetops
The meadows and fields
have vanished
The river flows mute
beneath the ice
The next valley is
unreachable
The mountains as
unattainable as the Moon
But soon spring will
release the land
From its icy captor
And the winter we be
no more
Than remembered
conversations
Beside the roaring hearth
Since the snow began to fall
My wife has done
nothing at all
But stare blankly
through the window
As the snow lays snow
on snow
If it continues in
this way
We shall have a white
Christmas day
But my wife stares
through the glass
As the snow falls
thick and fast
Sadly, if it gets any
worse outside
I'll have to let her
come inside
