On First Looking Onto Wintry Fields - Poem by Robert Dummett
Caught in the paucity of winter,
Sheep huddle in lacquered fields
Where clouds net the icy smell,
And earth is clad in chequered shadow.
Lichen spirals a fallen tree
Filigreed with frost;
The religious beech
Bends its leaves like bowed heads at prayer,
And matted moss clings to marshes
Cloven by a roe-deer's hoof.
The dog-fox pauses......listening -
A sparrow hawk swings, wide and silent,
And the land lies passionless
In a quilt of smoking snow.
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