Sunday in Dolgellau

Sunday ever changing
The truest Wintry scene
A great ball of light
Is hovering
It feels like a fight
It’s magnificence is plying
With the mist and cloud
Behold the forests trees laid bare
In what is a darkening shroud

An ever changing picture
For those of us aware
Some have braved the thickest snow.
Galoshes and the rest
And took themselves to the Spa, below
Their sinews for to test
The odd bird ventures out
It’s feather puffed with air
Counter current heat exchange
It’s fat reserves though rare

Endothermic blood supply
High energy food it craves
Venturing out in the ice and snow
It’s tenacity is what saves
It’s out today for certain
The mountains overcome
Hiding in the masks of mist
Where the bleakness leaves us numb

Hot cacao cayenne and lions Mane
Cinnamon that’s sweet
Warming up the cockels
Preparing for to eat
Some sour dough toast
Outside the sleet now falls
Stair roads of ice from faraway
Kind of over rules

Snow again abundant
The mountains once again
Swallowed up by the ucoming squall
And a darkening refrain
Tufts of snow cling avidly
In a quietening gloom
And all this drama plays out
From the safety of my room