I treasure living near a beautiful, well maintained park, taking frequent short walks through the week, either after the morning school run or at lunchtime. Fresh air, exercise and plant life help to revitalize the mind, body and soul. This poem was written both before and after the recent snowfall here in the UK.
Trees like living sculptures, natural works of art
Designs crafted an age before, bound up in seeds of unique DNA
Preserved through changing seasons, revealing shades of green, boughs of brown
A feast for the eyes on this
An ordinary day, inhaling oxygen
Seeping unseen from leaves and branches here since
Generations before as wind moves audibly through
Swaying, majestic arms
Longing , welcoming those in appreciation of their constant
Steadfast presence
Watching over streams of visitors
Passing beneath their shifting shadows
Now winter white descends
Transforming landscape, views reborn
Icicles hanging, frozen webs, frosty twigs
A covering of snow delighting senses
Misty air lingers between branches
Stillness disturbed only by crunching of ice and snow beneath feet
Freezing cold resists the usual walkers
An eerie quiet embraces me
Like a shroud of mystery
Oh the wonder of nature, the salience of seasons
Where worlds collide
Metamorphosis overnight