Winter

A dusting of frost covers the ground;

In the stillness of dawn there is hardly a sound.

Not a bird is singing: it's too early to wake;

The clear morning mist hangs over the lake.

The auburn leaves hide the timid fox;

As it digs for food with its charcoal socks.

Looking for trophies for her hungry cub;

Whilst the robin looks on from a nearby shrub. 

The leaves and moss are cut into shreds;

Used by the mice tucked up in their beds.

Snow drops are shooting ahead the spring;

But for now let's enjoy what winter brings. 

By Lacey - Class 6