Winter Symphony
I went for a walk on a winter’s day
And this is the music I heard it play:
The wind was the rhythm of violin strings.
The sky a forte of crows.
A rhapsody fell on the woodland leaves,
The soft cadenza of snow.
Then the wind rose to a crescendo,
A drumroll as loud as thunder.
I ran back home through a symphony
Of winter’s orchestral wonder.
And there a staccato of crackling logs
Drew me to sit by the fire,
And my ears sang with the song outside
Of that musical winter choir.
And this is the music I heard it play:
The wind was the rhythm of violin strings.
The sky a forte of crows.
A rhapsody fell on the woodland leaves,
The soft cadenza of snow.
Then the wind rose to a crescendo,
A drumroll as loud as thunder.
I ran back home through a symphony
Of winter’s orchestral wonder.
And there a staccato of crackling logs
Drew me to sit by the fire,
And my ears sang with the song outside
Of that musical winter choir.
This poem is copyright (©) Val Harris 2025

About the Writer
Val Harris
Val lives near Farnham in England. Her debut children’s poem was published online at The Dirigible Balloon, along with several others since then. Her poems have been published in The Caterpillar Magazine, Paperbound Magazine, The Toy Press and Little Thoughts Press. Her first poetry collection, A Classroom of Stars, was published at the end of 2022. She is @valpoet on Instagram and @dragontripper Val Poet on Twitter. Website: www.valharrispoet.co.uk