Winter

On a cold still sunny morning
Hear the air on the gooses wing
High above
Squawking at each other
On the branches
Other birds sing

So clean and clinical
See your breath exhale
Crisp, lean and mystical
Feeling strong, not frail

Beauty and beguiling
Nothing can compare
Going for a strole or running
Wonder everywhere

Nature so simplistic
Symmetry at its best
Cruel and idealistic
The uninvited guest

Mark Scotchford © 23/3/2010

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About markious72

Here I wish to let my strange and vivid imagination and opinions run wild. I do hope you like what you read. I would love to be a writer, I won't pretend otherwise. Although it is only in the last couple of years that I have realised it. I guess if it meant to happen it will. Happy reading, happier writing. :-)
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