Ancient forest, hallowed ground

Secretive creatures, rarely found

Quietly being, humble lives

Hoarfrost spreads as winter thrives


Frozen morning, cool blue sky,

Crisp woodland, trilling cry

Tiny sprite flits to and fro

Heather paints homely floor,


Strong Old Pines, empty nests,

Kingly bird with royal crest,

Lichen covered branches sit

Wintertide for Celtic tit


Neath thawing trees, melodies ring

Magical Crests proudly sing

Bustling thorough decaying leaves

A banditry of spritely thieves



Pine seeds dined from generous Scots

Softening light as sun shower blots

Peace echoed deeply, calm tranquil times

Revealing with love, December’s sweet chimes

25/11/13