An Early Winter's Walk.

The path caped with snow Meandered its way towards dawn. Frost covered trees formed a guard of honour As we walked between them. Night was beginning to grow weary With the slowly approaching pre dawn light. And the sound of our footsteps echoing In the hard crunching snow. The faint glow of stars began to dim, As a slight but cold wind came from the East Kissing our cheeks and blowing our Frosty breath away as we walked onwards. Two robins broke cover looking for food But found it hidden beneath the snow. The walk ended at the end of the path When we reached our frost laden car That patiently outside our slumbering old House silently waiting for our return.