Barry Silcock

Winter Season

Oak leafed paths, leaf flaked in winter's dress,
Signpost your world to creation's dwellers,
Seed-time and harvest how they rhythm your world,
The Earth remains!
Pulse patterned through with God's cosmic life throb,
Your universe stands as the sun's rays glance upon,
Statuesque trees; naked, colour bereft they stand,
Grasping for light, heat and cold, day to dusk,
Dusk to wind driven night fold,

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