Wintertime
Wintertime
Imprisoned in my ivory tower,
I survey the land below
Try to identify the footprints,
etched so lightly in the snow
Trees transformed to things of magic,
spiders webs glow jewel bright
Praying that the birds and squirrels,
find somewhere safe to spend the night
Fields a sparkling pristine carpet,
hills are cloaked in misty haze
Frost and ice provide much beauty,
in these very chilly days
Alas my soul won’t start to sing,
until I see the shoots of Spring
Glenys Halliday
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