Went
walking in the evening
To
see the new-fallen snow
Found
my way among the trees
Winding
to and fro
Happened
upon the woodland creek
Frozen
on its way
Tried
to hear its laughing voice
But
it had naught to say
I
came up to an old oak tree
Stark,
still and strong
I
could not hear its whispered words
Though
I waited long
Continued
till I chanced to find
A
field, buried white
But
nothing would it say to me
As
evening turned to night
You have captured the essense of a magical winter's night. Your poem reminds me of many times I have walked out in the frozen woods in the dark.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the memories.