Sunday, 23 November 2025

In a Word - Brrrr!

My terrace, now clothed in pure white,

Presents a truly awesome sight!

Trapped leaves cut through this fragile veil

Bird footprints pattern tiny trail…

 

All looks so pristine - but beware

Ice can get trapped under there.

So, should I step out when it’s cold?

Crisp, snowy walks are oversold!

 

My car's passed on; it’s had its day;

So, Shanks’s Pony is the way

That I get from here to there

Ergo, time to tread with care …

 

I think of those with dogs to walk;

Such daily forays can be fraught

As puddles can convert to ice

And on dark days this isn’t nice!

 

The sun fights hard to show its face;

But I have checked – there is no trace

Of warmth; just wind that bites and burns:

Proof that winter now returns …


(c) Poet in the woods 2025




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