Winter Morning

Winter Morning

The silence like a frozen waste
Across the river sits
The only sounds that stirs…. the cries
Of gulls and rare godwits
They search the river’s shores
And feed before the storm
For they have many miles to fly
To where the sun is warm
A tug is chuffing quietly
About its business slow
Inherent power is throbbing
As round the bend it goes
Man is still quite sleepy
Whilst nature paints a scene
Of virgin white indifference
Such visions so serene
And slowly now the morning
Begins to wake and yawn
As soft and gentle pinks
Begin the break of dawn

Phil Sanders
20/12/07

Winter Morning

brummieboy

Rochester, United Kingdom

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