Thursday, 31 December 2015

Happy New Year to Everyone ....

..... Sadly, no snow for us this Christmas., or New Year!  
I have a sledge for the grandchildren, which has not been in use for at least two years. We are promised a cold snap in February, so here's hoping,and now for a snowy poem...........

Boxing Day – Nonsuch Park

We conjured up the long lost sounds
Of Henry hunting here with hounds,
Across the oak-edged rolling fields
Once ranged by stag and gentle hind

Gone are the herds of roaming deer,
The flying manes and glittering eye.
No hunting horns blow sharp and clear,
Yet still we love to walk through here.

Today the ice gleams on the trees,
The fields flow silver like the sea,
And larches softly drape their boughs
With lace of frosted filigree.

Above the dense, dark wooded hills,
The pale moon lies in turquoise sky.
Caught in time we stare, quite still
                                  at parakeets with rosy bills.
Sue Burley

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