Saturday 10 October 2015

WINTER SONG


WINTER SONG.




All the leaves have fallen,
Trees lay bare, in a silent, still beauty
Snow starts to fall,
gently coating the branches in pure white lace
Sombre sky. so grey, with promise of more,
No sun to cheer the day.
Suddenly a breeze swirls,
rustling ghostly cobwebs from the barren branches
An eerie sight, as snow quickly blankets the earth below
A single robin perches on high, singing his winter song.

He cheers the day.
In his inimitable way.