A Heart Is Surely Bound

With branches coated topside white with snow. And blue the shadows stretched along the ground. Trees adding sharpness, a wintry view on show, With dazzling, flickering sunshine, such can astound The observing eye, which will discern and know Each picture of nature's wealth, times made renowned. And on a bench in silence sat a crow, Held captive by a vista, with no sound. Then flapping his wings, flew off, swooping quite low, Leaving behind a frozen prospect to dumfound. Thus, looking here and there, and to and fro Across this painted scene, a heart is surely bound. © Ernestine Northover