poetry friday

In the Wood
by Eileen Mathias

rectory wood from amershamsocietyCold winter’s in the wood,
I saw him pass
Crinkling up fallen leaves
Along the grass.

Bleak winter’s in the wood,
The birds have flown
Leaving the naked trees
Shivering alone.

sparkly branches from notonthehighstreet dot comKing Winter’s in the wood,
I saw him go
Crowned with a coronet
Of crystal snow.