A COLD SUNDAY MORNING

MUSING ON A COLD SUNDAY MORNING.

The steel grey sky and icy wind

Have crept into my day,

A winter Sunday morning

Has slowly come my way.

The wind is strong and cold

As it blows around my face.

The silver beads of raindrops

Making patterns just like lace.

The trees are stark and winter bare

Of leaves and greenery.

Picturesque and very beautiful

This wintery scenery.

Children dressed all warmly

With hats and gloves and coats.

A deserted lonely boating lake ~

No small and bobbing boats.

The playground swings are still

Apart from the wind that blows,

And under this cold earth

The graceful daffodil grows.

The ducks are on the river

The gulls fly up above ,

A couple walking hand in hand ~

So very much in love.

An inside day for lots of folk

By fireside and with book,

Special music to listen to

And something nice to cook.

There are so many things I like

About this time of year

Warm thoughts and memories

Of those I hold so dear.

Those who are so busy 

With ventures new and exciting

A new job and new study

Lectures and some writing.

So on this winter Sunday

I take the time apart

To carry you all safely

In my warm and loving heart.

© Linda J. Vaughan

2011