Winter Sounds
In the clear
sharp air,
frost crackles
cold and sparkling
through the trees.
I hear the harsh
cra-ark of crows;
the pew - pew
of the buzzard
gliding overhead.
Pigeons flap.
A woodpecker
Cackles and dips
up and down
in flight.
Across the field,
voices and hooves
ring out in the lane.
A screech of wheels
through mud.
A plane soars
and drones
across a pale blue sky,
trailing a long
white feather.
sharp air,
frost crackles
cold and sparkling
through the trees.
I hear the harsh
cra-ark of crows;
the pew - pew
of the buzzard
gliding overhead.
Pigeons flap.
A woodpecker
Cackles and dips
up and down
in flight.
Across the field,
voices and hooves
ring out in the lane.
A screech of wheels
through mud.
A plane soars
and drones
across a pale blue sky,
trailing a long
white feather.
This poem is copyright (©) Val Harris 2024
About the Writer
Val Harris
Val lives near Farnham with a horse and husband and several grandchildren living nearby, who like to mark her poems out of ten. She used to write for adults, but decided she much preferred writing poetry for children, after her debut poem was published online with The Dirigible Balloon in 2021. Since then, several others have appeared on various balloon flights, and she has had poems published in The Caterpillar Magazine, Paperbound Magazine, The Toy Press and Little Thoughts Press. You can find her as Val Poet on Instagram and @dragontripper Val Poet on Twitter.
