We are enlivened to the core
as we stroll across the moor:
hills transform into mountains;
wintry waste is hemmed
by trees and stones;
branches shiver with icicles and frost
that chill us to our very bones.
Anaemic sun fails to warm us
and underfoot the earth is hard as iron,
despite promises of early thaws.
Up ahead on the horizon,
curling wood smoke reminds us
of the welcoming hearth
that waits at home.
Kim M. Russell, 2017