In Winter

The wind across the land is cool; So cool I have to walk with my Hands held crossed and tight Across my chest. The birds have all gone in search Of worms, wriggling out of holes Hidden in the root of the bushes- Dew drenched. Sometimes I sit by the stream, That flows wounding around a Mound of huge stones where Not long ago wild animals were Living. All dead now. I pick up stones and throw in To the water to create ripples. I feel the sensation of winter. I smile as they come dancing To kiss my feet one by one like Enchanted lovers.