by Linda Bayley-Brown

Created on: May 10, 2009

Winter's Verse.

Limp drooping berries upon scratchy hawthorn wood

Peeping red from under their powdery down hood

The sparkling virginal veil so crisp and white

Snow blanketed in starched percale like delight

Rosehips mirroring the robin's vivid rouge breast

As he flies diving joyfully over yon hilly crest

Amassed hibernating bushes of the fruitless elder

Stiffly bowing and withering within frozen shelter

Families gathered cheerfully to skid and skate

For juvenile play and funtime with snowy mate

Cheeks glowing of winter fire adorn the face

Obliviously snapping cobwebs of cold iced lace

Birds with olive and brown feathered wings

With wide open beaks that warbles and sings

Avoiding snow missiles as best as they can

Atop landscape moulded like thick marchpane

Arm in arm in their protective familial throng

Home bound children in tuneless plaintive song

Tired evening sun pales to bed at fading pace

As the new moon rising hides her waning face

Bats smirk at squirrels in their cold bed of sorrow

As sleepy nut filled creatures await sun tomorrow

This cold rude winter's howling full scorning spite

Makes for a shameless brutal bone chilling night

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