I Walk A Winter Hilltop

A free verse poem to the joys of winter walking

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With wind-chilled lips and fingertips
I walk a winter hilltop
Where solitude and silence
Are solace to my ears.

The turf beneath my feet
Springs skyward
With every step I take,
And so my feet have wings
To carry me
Across the open moor.

I stand on an escarpment
To wonder at the view
Above the trees and ochre ferns
Just where the wild wind rises.
When there beneath a sullen sky
A raven passed on rigid wings
Towards her stony crag.

She eased through air
As though she were
A spirit on the breeze.
And so I flew on with her
Through the wondrous winter sky.

I saw a scene from summer days
When skylarks tower and sing
And watched wild ponies grazing,
Manes blowing in the wind.