17 February 2012

Winter Walk

A winter's day of pure delights:
The crisp, cold air on nose and cheeks;
In clear blue skies, the brilliant sun
Hangs low against the treetops bare;
See frost-white vistas, frozen streams,
And smoke like rods from chimney pots;
The wintry-pink of evening light,
The glass-still river sliding by.
Keen walkers, layered from the chill,
A welcome warm, a wholesome meal
Find at the inn at close of day.
Such joys as these no equal find.

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