Preparing for a Winter’s Night

After a winter of incessant rain,

Fields have turned into floodplains;

The village cricket pitch impersonates a lake

In which bedraggled crows leave gulls in their wake.

The weather has turned cold;

An icy wind has taken hold,

Stinging cheeks and numbing fingers.

Slipping slowly, the weak sun lingers.

Into a diluted sunset, birds take flight

From gardens tinged with frosty twilight.

Trees hold fast against prevailing gales;

Their branches billow and creak like sails.

Chimneys belch smoke and windows spill light

As villagers prepare for a winter’s night.

 

© Kim M. Russell, 2016

Sunset

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