Winter Walk with Dogs

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 damp dogs.

 

©Kim M. Russell, 2015