Lakeland's Winter

She's had icing sugar sprinkled on her brow.

She was glorious then, but oh just see her now.

Contours of white adorn each ridge and peak,

A cloud covers all and the sun plays hide and seek.

Each plant and tree wears a gown of white,

Soft billows thrown, falling in the night.

A stretch of beauty amidst a landscape rare,

With frozen petals forming Lakeland's hair.

Cascading waterfalls have for the moment ceased.

Those frozen rivulets enfold each seam and crease.

A prism of colour shines for my delight,

Greeting the rays of bright new morning's light.

The mountaintops bathed in snowy clouds,

Covered by an angry winter's shroud,

And breath now steams from animals and man,

To greet the birth of winter's little lamb.

Now amidst the cold and bitter nip,

Of winter's wind, blown with a fierce some whip,

The joy of such a rich and lovely scene,

Still takes my heart as well as all the green.

  © Yvonne Sparkes 2006