Analysis of Winter

Virgin fields and dirty road verges
 Following the last snowfall
 Diamond encrusted branches
 Free from wildlife
 Icicles racing to the ground
 From frozen gutters
 Webs with prism splitting drops
Hanging from fragile silk
Bending twigs ground wards
Birds searching desperately for food
Beneath the empty bird table
On frost dusted grass hops the blackbird
Where once he danced in the sun for worms
Chasing rivals to get to the last remaining morsels
Silence broken by the geese flying south
Their V formation like wartime bombers
I grab a few logs and head indoors
Feed the fire and pray for springs' early arrival