Winter in Berkhamsted at 3.21pm

There is light in the sky this afternoon
Streams of grey and cream
The sun is breaking through the cloud
Assembling its gleam
A stillness, branches sleeping
Rooves still decked in snow
The Rosemary recovering
From the onslaught a while ago

Smothered with great pillows
That heavily did fall
The spears almost bent double
But despite that didnt fall
The resilience of each moment
The vitality of the hour
The dynamics up against the time
Egging them on and how

The sun is burning brightly
Above the rooftops where
The suns last throes are blinding
In what is such wintry air
A matter of seconds then gone
For another day
Its important to be observant
To the sights along the way