Winter Walks...............

Spider webs spun like silver strings

Hung with diamonds and lacy wings

Winter mornings cold and crisp

I do not linger, walking brisk.

Past the fields where the cows all graze,

In morning mists and sunny haze.

Breath in clouds hang in the air

As they lift their bulky heads to stare.

I walk on past the village pond

Where cold ducks huddle on the bank beyond.

Snuggle down  with feathers fluffed

Against the winds ice cold gusts.

I stroll along through woods that sleep,

Past willow trees that hang and weep.

Along rushing streams and babbling brook

I hear the raucous calls of Rook.

Empty nests in tree tops high,

Darkened shadows against the sky.

I walk on back along the lane

As the sun rises up to warm again.

A watery sun in a winter sky

Silence breaks at the Jackdaws cry

My footsteps echo in this quiet place

Where cobwebs hang like frozen lace

They soon will melt as the sun gets strong

I hurry home now where I belong

Shed the gloves the coat the hat

Poke the fire and move the cat

She stays inside on Winter days

Curled up tight by the fires blaze,

I settle beside her on the chair

we sit and watch the fires glare

Safe and warm from Winters cold

That's the end, my stories told.

©Janice Kay Schaub 2012.