A blanket of grey, smothering light
Confusing the transition between day and night
Muted song from thickets set deep
Robins and Blackbirds late up from their sleep
Green Woodpeckers yaffle from high in the copse
Calls echo back and forth amongst swaying tree tops
A small flock of Redwings scramble away
Scattered from thorn so welcome in May
Tussocky grass in which treasure is hidden
Where Meadow Pipits leap and sing unbidden
Winter Heliotrope laden on pathside
Promising colour on drab muddy ride
Squirrels scurry, busy scratching for fodder
Gathering nuts for their mid-winter larder
A Great Tit shrilly cries out for, ‘Tea-cher’
Cutting through drizzle and mist to reach far
Sky still heavy and hanging down low
No sunshine this morning to put on a show
Enveloped and peaceful the park seems alone
Almost as if there's no-one at home