Robert Dummett

On First Looking Onto Wintry Fields - Poem by Robert Dummett

Caught in the paucity of winter,
Sheep huddle in lacquered fields
Where clouds net the icy smell,
And earth is clad in chequered shadow.

Lichen spirals a fallen tree
Filigreed with frost;
The religious beech
Bends its leaves like bowed heads at prayer,
And matted moss clings to marshes
Cloven by a roe-deer's hoof.

The dog-fox pauses......listening -
A sparrow hawk swings, wide and silent,
And the land lies passionless
In a quilt of smoking snow.

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  • Rookie Sandra Fowler (6/1/2006 6:45:00 AM)

    Praise for your wonderful winter poem. I love the imagery in this one.

    Kindest regards,

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, June 1, 2006

Poem Edited: Friday, June 2, 2006

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