My Feet Are In Winter Poem by Paul Reed

My feet are in winter
But my mind is beside a gushing stream
That plays amongst the pebbles and tree roots,
Hides under the mossy banks
And reappears, tinkling with joy
As it goes on it's way.

A canopy of translucent leaves
Form a collage above me
Velveting the sunshine
Through a green filter.
And there are sultry sounds
Of breezes through grasses,
Alongside the stream's gentle whispers
A blackbird sings happy notes
Of contentment and peace;
The sky is high with light
And the earth is sleepy
Under the afternoon glow;
Time is standing still.

The distant hills beckon the walker
To feel the freedom
Of heaven's spaces above the tops;

But my feet are in winter
And outside my window
Snow is falling.