A Creek in Winter

The trail meandered with the creek,
The cool air breezed breath and cheek.
Sun shells shimmied up and down,
And glistened like a sparkling crown.
The logs slept and the leaves laid still
Along the banks in the sweet chill.
Barren tree trunks formed a ledge,
White and gray ice hugged the edge.
A paddle of mallards pecked the water
And gaggled about the windy weather.
Smoothly rolling over the raised rocks,
A soft gushing sound of natural locks
Scored this symphony of God’s peace
On a winter’s wet, wild and lovely lease.