In anticipation of the cold weather returning soon here is Judith’s poem “Bushy Park” written in 2009 after a walk through a cold and frosty Bushy Park.
Bushy Park is white once more,
as we walk one winter morning.
Every pond from shore to shore,
stiffly still, all motion scorning.
Silent swans and ducks and geese,
statuesque on frosted pools,
patiently await release,
knowing well that Winter rules.
Glinting sun from stark blue sky
battles with the biting breeze.
Glaze of gold on branches high
beautifies bare Winter’s trees.
Diana glows in pride of place,
– wintry water starts its thaw –
gilded limbs and gleaming face,
Bushy Park is right once more.
Judith Blakemore Lawton 2009