Winter Walk
Winter Walk
She left the hut and bright log fire at noon
And walked outside on crisp white winter snow
To find the iced slopes shadowed like the moon
The wild wood desolate and bare below
The red trees wet adrift with icy flow
The evergreens with glassy needled leaves
A bloodstone veined red and white this view weaves
But lifted off the path like crystal spheres
There lay cut prints of glinting stylised forms
Of birds not seen large sparkling twig like spears
And squirrel pricks where foxs paw transforms
White single roses out of petal storms
While keltic scrolls transcribe where birds had been
Then stamped in ice another track was seen
A slight right turn of foot She sensed him there
Tree like with raincoat shouldered fine large looks
A four armed god From this sweet honeyed snare
She turned upspraying Marsh Tits Finch and Rooks
Through brushwood hills seeing by frosted brooks
His footprints These she retraced like a bride
With loaves and wood returned to his keen side
And walked outside on crisp white winter snow
To find the iced slopes shadowed like the moon
The wild wood desolate and bare below
The red trees wet adrift with icy flow
The evergreens with glassy needled leaves
A bloodstone veined red and white this view weaves
But lifted off the path like crystal spheres
There lay cut prints of glinting stylised forms
Of birds not seen large sparkling twig like spears
And squirrel pricks where foxs paw transforms
White single roses out of petal storms
While keltic scrolls transcribe where birds had been
Then stamped in ice another track was seen
A slight right turn of foot She sensed him there
Tree like with raincoat shouldered fine large looks
A four armed god From this sweet honeyed snare
She turned upspraying Marsh Tits Finch and Rooks
Through brushwood hills seeing by frosted brooks
His footprints These she retraced like a bride
With loaves and wood returned to his keen side
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