Sunday, 1 February 2015

A Surprise at Dawn

It is early morning first of Feb
I scramble out of my warm bed
Keen the calendar to turn
A new month – lots more things to learn.

It's rather quiet – I peek outside
The road is decked out like a bride
In pristine white as heavy snow
Imparts to my small street a glow.

The eerie street lamps overhead
Light up one person's silent tread
One set of footprints mar the scene
What an early bird that must have been!

Snug inside, I make some tea
And marvel at the scene I see
Winter brings us many woes
All forgotten when it snows!

(c) Poet in the woods 2015


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