A THOUSAND VISIONS
When in the car in winter a thousand visions we see,
Every bend in the road is a new sight of spectacular beauty,
A poets heart and mind cannot rest but must express
The value of nature when in her white gown she does dress.
Even broken fences seem to have a silent beauty of there own,
The lofty snow covered pines lead up to some imaginary throne.
Snow kissed homes with chimney smoke calling, ‘I’m warm’,
Welcoming all the family, ‘come home, be free from harm’.
All the new saplings hidden safe beneath the protecting snow,
A filigree of frost on last years reeds along the hedgerow,
Longing to walk there, follow a path that you do not know,
Yet your senses telling you that it is not safe at all to go.
Just absorb the cold loveliness that surrounds us on a cold day
And remember the thousand visions as the winter slowly dies away.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 7 January 2006