Winter winds are biting, <br />Etching the woods in shadows. <br /> <br />The paw prints of hunting dogs <br />Are black stars in the snow <br /> <br />Beyond the icy poles of denuded trees <br />Even the hawks have frozen <br />Hanging, still, in the bleak chill of day. <br /> <br />The hill is a perilous stair <br />Here and there, in isolated pools <br />Fish blink up through glassy windows of water <br />The year turns on its axis <br />Underground, numb snowdrops shiver and wait.<br /><br />sheena blackhall<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-brueghel-winter/
