The trees that were dotted in between the park’s path on either side, looked so shabby and bare the leaves that once danced on each branch were all gone… long disappeared so it seemed
As I look around all the trees, the plants look so lost and so miserable, so lonely like a lost soul, lost on this winter morning
The crossing of the path on to the grass verge crunched under each step, there was a little frost the night before
A pair of Magpies one searching through the bushes, carefully looking around making sure that he wasn’t on some animal’s breakfast menu
While the other watched safely from a branch off a nearby tree, getting an aerial view and carefully watching for their prey
The frosty breath I exhaled seemed to go on forever, the heat from my body started to form a sweat making me scratch and feel uncomfortable
As I made back to my house I called to my dog who was running about happily and at first a bit confused at the harden grass
This was a wintry garden, Mother nature doing her best, “come on Spring” I mutter and as I leave, I do so leaving a Wintry morning
IMAGE: A wintry morning in Ireland – image credit: David Mark/Pixabay
This article was originally published in:
Fountain News Digital – December 2011 (Issue 7)
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