Sitting

In the coldest days of the year,

Sheltered from the wind and rain,

Idly I am sitting here to stare

Through the windows at my bleak domain.

Time stands still -

I have hours to kill

The earth sleeps without a care,

Trees stand all black and bare Dreaming of the summer sun long gone. Water trickles down through mud and stone. Clouds hang large and low,

Bringing gloom to all below.

But it is not all gloom and dead For the birds are coming to be fed;

Pompous pigeons peck at the seed And playful tits zoom in on their feed.