A Winter’s illusion
I watched the snow fall
In silent profusion,
Creating such beauty,
A winter’s illusion.
A land so serene
All quilted with snow,
A vision of peace
So no-one would know.
That hid ‘neath this landscape,
This winter facade,
Some forgo the beauty
For winter is hard.
Little things sleep
Beneath frozen hedgerows,
While up in the trees
Red squirrels doze.
And there they will stay
Till winter is done,
Then wake from their slumber,
To welcome the Sun.
By Gary Smith
Artist Pollyanna Pickering
Text and image source: Snowwolfs Woodland Nook https://www.facebook.com/SnowwolfsWoodlandNook/
