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