We wake to blanket swathes of white
Brueghel winter skies, pale light
Twigs and branches weighted, low
A frozen landscape, no winds blow.
All is whitewashed, glistening, clean
Though temperatures outside are mean
Courageous walkers feeling bold
Leave fudged footprints in the cold.
Though absent for ten years at least
Behold a new Beast-from-the-East!
The Press makes snow its clarion call
Shenanigans with vaccines pall…
Frozen tram tracks, cars remote
Commuters slip-slide, try to cope
Hilly streets need Alpine skill
A short trip to the shops can kill!
I exaggerate – but less is more
We’ll make do with larder store
While wrapped-up warm, the others set
Out, determined, on their trek!
(c) Poet in the woods 2021
Brueghel the Elder: Winter landscape with skaters and Bird Trap (1565)
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