SEEING BEAUTY
Standing by the lake in winter when the
water is a shimmering blue,
The colour of the ice cold sky when the weak
sun shines through
The high white clouds that race across, being
whipped by the wind
With a relentless passion that no warmth or heat
could ever rescind.
Yet beauty bows before in the swaying of
each stately tree
And the patterns delicately painted in frost
in spidery filigree.
The loons from the north finding some little
comfort in the bay,
As their diving magic to us they gracefully
and majestically display.
Toronto city in the distance shines like a
wonder wonderland,
The view from the Jack Darling park with it’s
cold soft sand
Is worth more than a glance even on an
icy cold day,
Come and see some priceless winter beauty and
watch the dogs play.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson December 31, 2003