Wintering Poem
A village rests, dusted with snow,A lone bird dwells, in winter’s glow,Perched on an oak, sturdy and grand,Watching over the frost-kissed land.Feathers ruffle in the chill, bright and brave,Days grow short, nights long and grave,His song, a silver thread in cold air,A melody of strength, sung without care.Below, the village sparkles like a jewel,Children laugh…