As winter starts to take its hold the contrast between frosted landscape, barren trees and evergreens becomes more pronounced. The opportunity to catch a glimpse of furry creatures in the woods grows and clear blue sunny skies go some way to making up for chapped lips and the shivers.
Winter’s Touch
Winter’s here,
clouds disappear,
sun, lies low, in the sky.
Redundant leaves
and holly wreathes,
dance gently, for my eye.
Naked oak,
each gnarl bespoke,
neanderthal design.
Shown stark in frost,
camouflage lost,
reveals a fur-lined spine.
The sun heads west,
upon its quest,
to catch the moon day musk.
The day compressed,
will quickly rest
and shiver in its husk.