How Crisp is the Ground
Walking along the twisty lane on the hard crisp floor,
It’s the time of the year when you hear your feet touch the ground.
Deep frost is in there and not a live seed to be seen.
Wait, don’t be hasty, what’s that beauty?…there are snow drops what a wonderful sight.
Almost all is asleep for those shortest of days and those cold winter nights.
You take a deep breath and the air exhaled turns to steam.
But it’s so clear that your lungs feel bright, clean, Your breath shortens but so does your step,
Not likely to run or break into a sweat.
No, it’s that time of year for a safe steady stride.
Whilst walking along with wide open eyes,
You are blessed with transparent views
With those bare stricken trees,
Although it makes them less troubled by the westerly breeze.
It’s a clear blue sky and winter light has more clarity and often so bright.
Few shadows to hide the wonders of life,
Sun much shorter,
But there are less things to hide.
The moon seems to hang around for most of the time,
Is he admiring the moment, we share too?
The passage of time moves very slowly,
Winters are long whilst summers seem short.
So walk in the world whenever you can,
Because life is refreshing whatever we plan.
And life has its constants; we should never doubt,
There’s such fun that’s ahead when the sun comes out.
Breathe in breathe out, for living is what life’s really about.