Here's another offering to Poet's Corner from a Treorchy lady. 

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"Winter Magic"

A flame red sky on a winter morning

Colours the landscape as day is dawning.

A Blackbird singing high in a tree

Sings his song for you and me.

A dusting of frost, a wind that stings

That’s how a winter morning begins.

It’s later now, but it’s still cold.

The sky has turned to burnished gold.

Blue sky appears between gilded clouds,

Now all the birds are singing out loud.

Later still, the clouds have rolled by

Revealing instead a clear blue sky.

The frost starts to melt the sun warms the earth,

Allowing new plants to prepare for their birth.

But a winter sky will change on a whim,

From red and gold to dark and grim.

The clear blue sky has disappeared,

Now it’s as grey as an old man’s beard.

The day’s nearly over, the sun’s gone to rest.

The bird’s have stopped singing and returned to the nest.

The cold wind stops blowing then darkness descends,

That’s how a winter day comes to an end. 

by  Mary Ellis

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