Monday, 21 January 2013
Lovely, dark and deep
I stopped by the woods on a snowy evening.
Two ashen sentinels guarded the entrance
The path led through the trees
to a slope of implacable snow, dotted with criss-crossing tracks of birds and deer and foxes - you can tell by the smell in the air.
Like the trees, the snow and ice are indifferent to our presence. They don't care if we are there; they don't care if we're not.
But what is this? I am not alone.
Someone with big boots has been here
And these parallel tracks? What sort of animal?
Aha! A small person and his dad run ahead while mum pulls the sledge.
Oh yes, of course. Filnore Woods Community Woodland is for families as well as would-be poets!