Beside the frozen lake I stand
And from the bank my eyes are drawn
Across the surface still as glass
The blue of mirrored sky,
As ice does rest upon the swag
The lapwing walks the stony shore
And turns the pebbles one by one
In search of worm and fly.
I hear the call of distant gulls
For there a flock has settled where
The cracks have formed and water seeps
And gentle sun does shine,
While mallards cast their longing eyes
Towards me as I throw some bread
Then coots the swans and geese arrive
To form a grateful line.
And there they wait till I've no more
It breaks my heart to leave them so
Upon the ice they vainly stand
And watch me walk away,
Past the thorn and tree so bare
I cross the grass where shadows fall
So long and dusted by the frost
That lingers through the day.
A charming and beautifully descriptive poem Andrew! A pleasure to read! ! ! *10*! ! ! Thank you for sharing! Best regards, Friend Thad
You paint your pastoral winter scene with a fine nib and a keen eye for detail. The structure of your poem is precise and lyrical. The warmth of your emotional connection to your subject contrasts pleasingly with its icy canvass. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Duncan nails it, spot-on...Sterling imagework, that not only takes the reader to the poem...it takes them into the womb & ensconces them in vivid depiction & a sense that you are there.Very Fine Work, Andrew! ~FjR~ .2008.
This is just fantastic you have a way with words Andrew thank you so much for sharing again a lovely piece.
I don't know what it is about your poems Andrew, but sometimes I feel as if I am there with you Love duncan X
What can I say but perfect. Loving every word I read. Superb. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh Andrew! ! This is so full of pasion of life... Wildlife.... Your words actually made me feel the coldness and the emptiness as you walked away........ Very good, I totally LOVE your writtings.... Bonnie Collins