The Woods in Winter

There’s a lovely old beech wood a few miles from where I live, which contains one of my favourite local roads to drive on, as well as one of my favourite places to go and sit.   This Saturday I was driving through them and admiring the beauty that surrounded me as the snow fell and created quite the scene.  I’ll have to come back and polish this one up one day, or completely rewrite it.  We’ll see.

 

The Woods in Winter
The road winds on up the hill,
A shinning wet ribbon of black,
Snow melts as it lands on the tarmac.
 
Further in lie flashes of copper,
Where last year’s leaves form a carpet,
On the verge mud makes them darken to garnet.
 
Pure white sky overhead,
Into which snowy branches reach,
Supported by great grey pillars of beech.
10/02/2013
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11 responses to “The Woods in Winter

  1. A beautiful piece, you paint such a beautiful scene.

  2. Love this scene. So clear and crisp.

  3. “Where last year’s leaves form a carpet,
    On the verge mud makes them darken to garnet.”

    Awesomely rhymed picture. The phrasing and metaphor made these lines exceptional.

  4. moondustwriter

    you make the wintry woods come alive with words…

  5. Thanks for your sharing view

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