A Winter’s Day
On winter’s day, the snowflakes fall, In laces pure that softly call, Each flake a dream, a wonder wait, Wrapped in the hush, I contemplate.
The trees stand still, their branches bare, A tapestry against the air, Yet in this cold there blooms a voice, In nature’s shroud, I find my choice.
As frosty breath enfolds the ground, The stillness here is profound sound, In every breath I feel the life, Beyond this moment, away from strife.
- Dorothy Wordsworth