Takes off when by I go.
Black bird, a full stop on a blank page,
Rests on a branch and caws!
Leaves peering, sleepy -eyed, through the white blanket,
Promising of Spring and warmer climes.
Biting wind against my face,
Where they go,
I don’t know.
Winter is monochrome;
Summer full of colour.
Drifts like waves, surfing the snow, like dolphins skimming the sea,
Blue and white,
Black and green
In the wonderful winter snow scene.