A Winter’s Day Copyright © 08 Pat Williams

I love the sky on a winter’s day,
A filigree of clouds threading their way
Towards the west
Where a glorious Sun
Sits and waits till its day is done

On a winters day sharp with frost,
Crisp and white where it lays lost
To the warmth of the sun that sits low in the sky
Spreading its glow to the hills on high
Down in the hollows winter is nigh

On a winter’s day we can stand and look,
Through hedgerows bare to a gushing brook,
Little windows free of flowers and leaves,
Pulling us through down on our knees,
Glimpsing the wonder of our wondrous trees

But all to short is a winter’s day
And all to soon it fades away
But not the magic and the clear sharp air
And tomorrow we hope it will still be there.