Again it’s winter in the Natural World

Again it’s winter in the Natural World

I saw the snow  fall as  cold clouds unfurled

I like the feeling of  this winter rest

 Though most prefer the heat and summer zest

I   like to see the sun like a red ball

On the horizon after  blackbirds call

It tells me  we are animals, we’re flesh

In the  whole of nature we’re enmeshed

For now with  artificial light and mobile  phones

We can ignore both  nature  and time zones;

Forget that  we  must communicate  wordless

By touch and sight and feeling, in our flesh.

The red sun rising burns   this  day in fire

I stare  now avid with my whole desire.