Winter Mornings

Snow glistens
In upbeat landscapes
Bleak in the morning early;
Milky icicles
Hang from frazzled trees
And winter's now come fairly.

Across the vaulted sky
Goes the Darkling Thrush
Dreams in rhyme with reality;
Colours leave
Only beauty, words and rhyme
Into the garden of greenery.

People everywhere
Encompassed by the cold
A white brilliance blinds;
Buoyant children
Coasting down the hill
A deep memory finds.