Portrait of winter

The frost hangs frondled on the fence

pale limpid sun sheds glimmering light

Cold dank air swirls as a skirt enfolding

the trees in its midst

Hard-caked earth frosted in places  

where the sun has not left its pallid warmth

The last of the flowers, bent and motionless

as if in slumber, colourless and cold

Children in bright attire paint colourful

blobs on the winter’s canvas

Their jolly laughter echoing in the still air outsmarting the season’s dullness and

defying the dreary weather

They run and frolic through the mist

hurrying onwards dispelling the gloom


By Julia Anstey (Batheaston NWR)