Winter Kingfisher Poem by Denis Martindale

Kingfisher, tell me, where you go,
When Winter comes for you,
As one surveying all that snow,
No trace of morning dew?
Just bitter cold about your wings,
The chilling sombre breeze,
Such that each twist of it still stings
And seldom grants you peace...

For gone is Summer's sweet refrain,
When joy was everywhere
And you too busy to complain,
Till much too hot to bear...
I bet you miss that heat right now,
Your tootsies so exposed,
Yet to God's will you also bow,
You just survive at most...

I feel your pain, I'm cold as well,
My shoulders find no rest,
Yet you're outside, mid Winter's spell,
I'm sad yet so impressed...
May you survive till Spring melts all
And icicles subside,
For if you do, you can stand tall
And face the world with pride!


Denis Martindale, copyright, January 2014.


The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Winter Kingfisher'.


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