A WINTER MORNING
Today as the sun rose we were going for a walk
In the crisp white snow, we did not want to talk,
But stand and watch the white change to a pink hue,
The lake change from a deep to a bright sapphire blue.
The snow began to fall, snowflakes like coloured lace,
The scene, a picture of perfect beauty and sheer grace,
We felt the wind blow icy cold from the north west,
The kind of harsh wind that winter knows the best.
The sun hurried to climb upward then vanished in a cloud
Like a child’s untimely death, then wrapped in a shroud,
With the bare trees like grasping fingers covered in frost,
A sight of cold loveliness for all to see without any cost.
Now this short, pretty day is drawing to it’s early close,
The snow is still gently falling and continued beauty shows,
No sun has shone all day, snowflakes have shrouded the sun,
But we saw it’s glorious rising before the snow fall begun.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson) Ann Margetson December 22, 2002