Winter Walks

Stable Days

Cold air brushes pink cheeks as boots slap the concrete and the whiney of the Oldenburgh echoes through the stable door, As hay nets are gathered and weighed and stray strands are pulled from wayward hair, the ice gathers on the metal roofs and rain patters like musical chimes, Stables need cleaning and hoofs picking,

Yellow Hues

Yellow hues wave in the sky Mingled with green, brown and grey As I watch them sway and bow I hear the forests bay Autumn is here, the leaves show no fear But winter is bound soon Frost will cover these bare branches So wrap up warm all animals Collect leaves for your homes These

Winter miracle

Feathers, dancing in the breeze. Falling thick and fast, settling on boughs of trees, and everything it comes to pass. Like happiness floating down from above, coating all it comes to touch. Every drop a little different from the rest, individual little stars. Beauty in its crystal form, mesmerising to watch, faces fill windows to