December Walk

Brecon and Monmouthshire Canal in Winter


Stepping soft on the snow-strewn path,

Earth’s song stunned, by the wintry drum

Save for branches that heave and hum.

Awed I stand, whittled by the blast


That shivers and shrieks to the core.

Frosted grace slides into place,

Until sun’s bounty shows her face

Nursing the world, weathered and raw.


How kind the elements couple,

Meeting of minds singing in sync;

Frost and heat, siblings on a link

Melting tune that is so supple.


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