Steep Fields Of The Glen. Poem by J.A McManus

Tiny little flakes of snow
Quietly and rapidly fall
Making the world submit
To their bitter, wintry thrall.

Frost rests upon tall rooftops
And lays over black, leafless trees
Seeping into everything
With it’s uncaring, chilling freeze.

Ice seizes the world within
It’s unforgiving, arctic grasp
Whilst the heatless sun tries to
Vainly conquer it’s biting clasp.

The snow lays so deep and cold
Over the steep fields of the glen
Awaiting the small hands of
Children to mould it into men.