So very cold.
Listening to the occasional crunch of ice
as a car makes a cautious journey
past our house.
Our house on a hill,
perfectly poised
for sea breezes in summer,
reaps the bane
of icy winds in winter.
Strangely beautiful though
when the sun filters
through tangled branches.
Trees: such a symbol of dogged resiliency.
Forced to bend and bow
under the weight of snow.
Buffeted by wind.
Their branches snapped and broken.
Yet they live to rise again.
Shake off the snow
and raise their arms
in tribute to the sun.
