Donning winter clothes And abandoning the warmth, We head towards an open space: Crunch of snow, Frozen face, Flakes on eyelashes And numb toes. Only pigeons brave the chill, Flapping ahead On the crest of a hill. Giving chase in a flurry, Steaming with loud Yapping as they scurry, We are surrounded By Christmas and […]
Tag: Dogs
Colder than Expected
A Christmas morning stroll Along the beach To watch waves roll And seagulls out of reach Turn cartwheels In the frozen clouds Underfoot there is a crunch Of sand and pebbles Instead of snow As we call the dogs And turn for home And Christmas lunch. ©Kim M. Russell, 2015
writing in north norfolk 