Snow drifts to the ground
the robin sings a winter song
snowdrops appear underneath the beech
the days are short , the nights are long
the moon glistens in a winter haze
the sparrows fly from tree to tree
the buzzard lurks and the wren calls
the woodlands ancient, river to sea
crows congregate, the starlings swirl
the squirrels search, a memory x-ray
blue tit, goldfinch and sparrowhawk to
natures resilience, in a remote view
a lesson learned, recycle and rebirth
the leaves, the soil a circle in time
the seasons a philosophy for which no words can explain
for winter is the hardest for the world outside
sleeping, sleeping waiting for the sun to rise
spring will someday soon arrive
winter a season where nature survives
from setting sun to sunrise
