The landscape, frosted white and crispWith dark branches reaching towards the misty skyLike black gloved fingers only just visible say 'hi'While foggy strata conceal things, Valley veiled.And as the sun appears, o'er the hills,Melting frost: rooves drip and crows craw,Owners whistle and call...For their dogs. Tis peace and contentment That envelope my week.Today I think … Continue reading Living With Gratitude
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Winter Poem
Almost winter's Shortest day The frost liesOn the leeward face.As the low sun traversesAlong the rolling hill topsBarely making it before noon And exiting just as soon.Sun goes down Mist rolls inWe're set for Another Long Night It is14.40 I thought I wouldn't post again till January but I had a bit of spare time … Continue reading Winter Poem
