Welcome To Winter
By Rowan Blair Colver
Welcome to winter,
Solitary wanderer of life,
Step inside with the frosty tide,
And be present as the ice,
Gradually creeps in steady hands,
Over the cold bitten land,
Witness songbirds quickly jump,
Through twiggy hedges,
And leafy lumps,
Mounds jetting over pathways,
Windy ways with flower beds laid,
To rest apart from the dainty rose,
Clinging on in little rows,
The petal confetti dapples crumbled,
Soil quality of frigid clay,
Gathering wood like yesterday,
Where the bracken lays,
Splintered brown and mossy gown,
Before holly green,
Still beaming with glint,
Knowing admirer where,
Domestic cats tread,
Across boundary ahead,
Towards darkly nights,
Candle light,
And breath like chimneys,
Buttons done up tight,
Come sit with us,
On this lowly eve,
Eat the food with pulled up knees,
Drink this brew of selected leaves,
And tell us tales from where you live.
Rowan Blair Colver
By Rowan Blair Colver
Welcome to winter,
Solitary wanderer of life,
Step inside with the frosty tide,
And be present as the ice,
Gradually creeps in steady hands,
Over the cold bitten land,
Witness songbirds quickly jump,
Through twiggy hedges,
And leafy lumps,
Mounds jetting over pathways,
Windy ways with flower beds laid,
To rest apart from the dainty rose,
Clinging on in little rows,
The petal confetti dapples crumbled,
Soil quality of frigid clay,
Gathering wood like yesterday,
Where the bracken lays,
Splintered brown and mossy gown,
Before holly green,
Still beaming with glint,
Knowing admirer where,
Domestic cats tread,
Across boundary ahead,
Towards darkly nights,
Candle light,
And breath like chimneys,
Buttons done up tight,
Come sit with us,
On this lowly eve,
Eat the food with pulled up knees,
Drink this brew of selected leaves,
And tell us tales from where you live.
Rowan Blair Colver
