WALKING IN THE WINTER
Muffled up warm, off for a long walk,
Snow crispy underfoot, it’s hard to talk
As you plod along admiring the beauty,
Frosted filigree a wondrous sight to see.

Walking by the frozen lake, wind cutting,
The tall grasses now silvered, glittering,
Sparkling in the weak sun’s late rays,
Birds all puffed up wanting warmer days.

Cheeks now rosy red, as you gaze all around,
Chickadee’s, finches, sparrows, other’s found,
We even saw a magpie, sitting high in as tree
Not forgetting the ravens that are in our vicinity.

Coming homeward bound the sun going down
Made red bands through clouds like a crown
Embedded with rubies on dark grey velvet,
More fair than any earthly jewels ever set.

I am glad we walked by the lake on a cold day,
Gathering memories of winter that won’t go away
When the sun warms and spring brings sweet rain
And at last long winter gives up her cold reign .

M Ann Margetson February 14, 2002