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Winter Sonnet

WINTER SONNET

Winter's white cloak is wrapped round the high peaks,
Rosily tinting, blushing at daybreak,
Icing the shallows of young mountain creeks,
Echoing calls from bittern and corncrakes.
Drunk on the freshness of icy, cold air,
Who could not love the silence of snowfall?
Drifing like pillows and nothing's astir,
Covering the hillsides with virgin-like shawl.
Some bright days sparkle with showers of ice,
Diamonds adorn the moss and the grass blades,
Rivers run swiftly through wild paradise,
Swirling through forests before daylight fades.
Everything's clear, so black and so white,
A monochrome season full of delight.

30.1.08

poem by Lesley Diane Sutherland
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