day 27 – A SNOW BOUND STREET

Dawn rises on this cold monochrome street
Crisp imprints of feet which go both North and South.
A tiny bird has hopped this way as well.
A snow imprinted metal fence holds back
A garden piled with snow along its slope
An unlit lamp points to the garden steps
guarded by snow topped pillars to the house.
Thick snow holds to the branches, frost on twigs,
on trees which grow all down the silent road.
Cars left earlier now have snowy hats
And snow on screens and bonnets shielding them.
Silent and still, this street awaits the day.








and another one! .......

A COUNTRY VIEW

The peace of an early summer morn
The flat calm of a wide light-rippled lake
Crunchy gravel forming a neat footpath
Edged with grass that slopes to the water
A narrow country road whose limit-point
bends to the right away from me here....
A single tree stands sentinel over all
Its glossy leaves stand proud against the sky
A sky so high, with blue so glorious
Bedecked with fluffy clouds, black edged somewhat
That bathe the distant hills in shadow dark.
A scene to dream, to walk, to view, or stand
And gaze for evermore entranced.