A December Walk Poem by Orlando Belo

The sun casts morning shadows
over the frost-covered ground.
Blackbirds search for breakfast,
but there's nothing to be found

Yesterday's rain created puddles
are now all frozen over.
My warm breath is kissed by the cold,
and is seen as frosty vapour.

The ducks, geese, and swans, of the lake,
are forced into the ice-reduced pool.
Many are left to slip and slide on the ice,
but the domineering seagulls rule.