We live near the corner
Where two roads cross
Trees to the right
Give beauty and light
Ever changing colour
The Sycamore and the Pine
A Hawthorn  blossom, cerise
In Spring time;
Today this place
Is spread with snow
Patterned tracks
Where the cars go
Over garden walls
Ice drips stripes
Of frozen crystals
In the grey light;
This corner where we live
Is always a delight
A very spectacular sight.


Love Mary