This winter’s morn white mist shields
the glen and country lane.
Visibly is at a standstill. All is white…
As, many, dark birds synchronize in flight…
A wondrous silhouette crosses eye’s view.
On some day’s lemon-yellow highlights the wold.
Creating a peaceful oasis to embrace.
Gasping, taking in what never fails
to satisfy – winter in the country…
This view is my escape as I savour hazelnut coffee….
accompanied with buttered toast or course,