Poem - Blankney In Winter

Today's poem describes Blankney much as it has been the last few days. It also reminds us that following a long dreary winter, Spring will always follow, and mother nature will always change her seasons. I hope you like it.


Blankney In Winter


A cold, crisp, frosty morning
Weak winter sunshine pervades
Lifeless twigs and branches
That once formed everglades
The tiny village stands alone
Blue slate roofs turned white
Supporting walls of cold grey stone
Shield families from winters bite
Reluctant children wait for school
The transports running late
Gloves and scarves keep out the cool
Young fingers brush rhyme from the gate
The little privet hedges
In summer how they grow
Now compact frozen ledges
As the pale sky threatens snow
Then falling snow becomes so dense
It smothers every sound
A robin flits from post to fence
An eerie silence falls around
Hidden now the churchyard grass
In summer neatly mown
Once again looks uniform
Pierced by each headstone
No sign of golfers in the park
Bags slung across their backs
The fairways now lie undisturbed
Except for arrowed pheasant tracks
And in the wood that fronts the church
Where chestnuts shade the ground
Amongst the towering larch and birch
A snowdrop can be found
It's fragile petals open
Searching for the sun
Behold the sign he sends us
That life goes on and on

Rodney Garlant