A Morning Walk


Ghostly mist strokes cold dark water
Footfalls crunch on frozen ground
Horses under trees seek shelter
Silence is the only sound.

In the distance dawn is breaking
Orange glow behind the hill
Sun is rising warmth is coming
Blackbird�s song in air so still.

A winter�s day is in the making
As we make our way back home
Bright sun in the sky deceiving
All but those who�ll wrap up warm.

PHIL. DEWHURST