Collective nature # 4

THE SEASONS COME AND GO - WINTER

The seasons come and go
Almost monotonous I know
One after another, as planned
Like the sweep of a clock hand
Each season reminding us all
That from winter to the fall
Is yet another year slipped by
A step closer to when we die
A depressing thought I know
But let the seasons come and go
For I think it would be a crime
If their was to be no wintertime

CLOAK OF FOG

A thick winter cloak of fog
Settles deep into the valley
Making everywhere anonymous
Obscuring every lane and ally
And for those poor souls abroad
Found it was not a night to dally

LITTLE ROBIN REDBREAST

“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”

AFTER THE ICE STORM

After the ice storm
The world was transformed
A hushed silence had descended
And the landscape
Had change shape
Every thing had softened
The ice rimed trees
Stood like great ice pillars
In the a snow queens cathedral
Fountains cascaded no more
The waterfalls became abstract art
And fresh snow was falling
Like confetti at a winter wedding
Outside an ice sculpted church

WINTERS FURY

The wind howled around the house
And whistled through the trees
Bringing snow in blizzards
The strong winds across the rooftops
Whipped up the loose grains
And chased them like white ribbon
Across the grey slate
It wasn’t pretty snow
Nor did it present a pretty scene
Not at all picturesque
Or picture postcard
Snow was blown in horizontally
With great ferocity
And as I drew the drapes
It spattered the casement windows
I shivered and thanked God
I was safely home

SOME CRUMBS OF BREAD

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