FROM THE OLD

 

From the old,

The sick,

And the weary,

To the young,

The active,

And the teary

One thing I’ve come to know.

Is everyone loves the snow

THE CHILD COMES ALIVE

 

The child in us all

Comes alive when it comes

It has the uncanny knack

To chase away the glums

I still get excited

Just thinking about it

And when it starts

I don’t want it to quit

The child in me comes alive

It really excites me so

When I hear someone say

“It’s starting to snow”

THE LANDSCAPE IS DESERTED

 

The landscape is deserted

The lake is frozen,

The reeds heavy with frost

And the Ducks have flown south

The snow lays deep

And Deer have meandered

To greener pastures

The songbirds have migrated

Leaving trees bare and empty

Though the sky is clear blue

And the sun bright

It holds no warmth

And the air is fresh and cold

 

THE AIR IS COOLER

 

The air is cooler

Just below the tree line

In the foothills of the mountain

Peace and quiet reigns

In the shade of the pines

And the freshness

Of the evening breeze

But for the bird song

CAUGHT IN THAT FIRST INSTANT

 

Caught in that first instant,

That first take from a distance

There appeared from the Woodlands edge

A kind of low misty apparition

Almost like a cloud of drifting smoke

Emerging from the tree line

Of course, when I got closer I realised

It was just the flowering Hawthorn

FLAKES OF WHITE

Dancing on the breeze

Crystal flakes of white

Tell the winter tale 

PERVADING SCENTS

 

Drifting on the breeze

Pervading scents of nature

Tell the summer tale