Some Rural Lane In Winter (Poetry)

Some rural lane in winter
the beginning of the year
trees stand stark and frozen rigid
the hedges bare and sere

We’re photographing shadows
while Nature is asleep
sun slants low and narrow
the chill is sinking deep

There’s dogs out walking owners
four robins and a wren
but most of God’s wild creatures
are gone to nest or den

The ice repairs its splinter
the air is set to bite
afternoon’s now wearing thin
and leaning towards night

The lane is greying over
it’s high time that we left
the countryside to slumber
this cold pretence of death