A Winters Night Poem by Christopher Tye

A Winters Night

Short cold days giving way to long nights,
Wind blown snow gathering on country lanes,
Jack Frost playing on window panes,
Lingering brown leaves glowing white in frosty moonlight.

Old barn roofs creaking under the weight of snow,
Moonlight dancing over frozen ponds,
Barn owls stealthy on the wing as they hunt,
Ghostly chimes of church clocks echoing around the village,
As moonlight casts shadows across the graveyard.

Fields lay fallow under blankets of snow,
Sleeping shire horses in snow sprinkled stables,
Cattle sheds full of occupants on straw covered stalls,
Stars converging on this clear clear cold nights.

Snow flurry's dancing like angels in shafts of moonlight,
Snow drifts burying hedgerows for now,
Snowmen standing guard in the gardens of childhood dreams,
A winters tale of a dying way of life.

By Christopher Tye