WALKING THE DOG.
As we walk across the field,
the low winter sun shines slantwise
cutting flashes and sparkles off the flat white snow.
It creaks beneath my feet but beyond that is a deep silence.
I realise I can’t hear the river and as we approach, I see that it has frozen over.
In the shallows every ripple and eddy has been etched in ice, a fantasy of Winter.
My heart is warm with wonder.
Whilst behind me, the dog kangaroos in and out of the soft drifted snow,
snorting with joy.