it's a color that i fancy
clouds set perfectly in the distance
as they glide gracefully ever so slowly backwards
against the winter's nippy blue beyond
the blustery wind whips behind my back
and geese honk wildly as they descend on the lake
everyday i seek my hiking mate
the royal heron who ever so slowly
wades along the water's edge
nowhere to be found today --
she must have tucked herself away
from the february frost
