Lakeland dawns in February, the icing on the Kendal mint cake (Repost) <br /> <br />We welcome in, the burning cold of dawn. <br />This tablecloth of lace, sans permanence. <br />This brittle bridal blanket, o’er the lawn, <br />though unexpected, cannot cause offence. <br /> <br />Else-wise, why did the spider spin that web <br />Which stands out like the strings upon a harp <br />Till sunlight flow and frosty tide will ebb <br />Till then, each breath’s intake is biting sharp <br /> <br />No cloud, nor breeze to break this magic spell <br />As Black Cwm, capped and apron’d, seems to smile <br />In smugness of a job she deems, done well <br />Surveys her Lakeland’s many silver miles. <br /> <br />More focussed through the crisp air, views are lighter <br />I wake to dawns like these, and all is brighter.<br /><br />Danny Reynolds<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/strong-030-lakeland-dawns-in-february-the-icing-on-the-kendal-mint-cake-repost-strong/
