Meeting Old Friends

Snow turned to mush matching The dreary dull solid grey sky Faithful friends await along a Muddy snake winding track Their company I seek as I have Known their likes for ever Mr Ash, Miss Aspen, Mrs Willow And the elderly Pedunculate Oak Are among the silvan brood patiently Waiting for me to call standing stiff From the cold with empty branches Hosting squirrel dreys and wet rooks Waiting for a dry warm spring to be Announced by the forming of buds The wood is a welcome escape Even as the chill cold rain hitting my Cold face and running down my Neck voicelessly washing both hair And face with equal calmness that Only nature can do without any intended Maliferous intent I briefly gaze upon their wonder at the Years they have been together and imagine What they've talked about maybe that Winters are getting wetter or the summers Hotter they take it all in their stillness I Ponder on what the future holds for them And if they will be sacrificed to concrete For they have no say over the matter they Are permanently silent