Friday 12 December 2008

The Country Child's December

The fields lay with their unevennesses gone and paths obliterated, smooth white slopes
criss-crossed by black lines running up to the woods.
More than ever the woods seemed under a spell, like a toy in the forest,
with little wooden animals and men;
a brown horse led by a stiff little red-scarfed man to a yellow stable door;
round, white,woolly sheep clustering around a blue trough of orange mangolds;
red cows drinking from a square, white trough, and returning to a painted cow-house.