Poem of the week: Winter Walk by Lynette Roberts

A journey through a visionary landscape, exceptionally bright in icy weather, conjures a surreal semi-mythical worldWinter Walk She left the hut and bright log fire at noon
And walked outside on crisp white winter snow
To find the iced slopes shadowed like the moon,
The wild wood desolate and bare below;
The red trees wet, adrift with icy flow,
The evergreens with glassy needled leaves;
A bloodstone veined red and white this view weaves. Continue reading...