Walshaw dean reservoir

A Winter’s Dream

Silent and still, a winter’s morn, not a breath of wind, the world adorned, with snow that blankets the moorland bare, a frozen landscape, so cold and fair.

The sky above, a bright blue hue, as the sun rises, its light shines through, the air is crisp; the ground is white, a scene of beauty, pure and bright.

In front, a reservoir lies, a mirror of the moorland under frozen skies. Its surface smooth, reflecting all around, a perfect image, without a single sound.

The silence is broken by a lone bird’s song, a reminder that life still goes on, despite the cold, despite the freeze, nature persists in moments like these.

I’ll savor this moment, this freezing cold morn. For soon the snow will melt, the world reborn. As I stood, taking it all in, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of kin, to this frozen land, so peaceful and serene, a sight that truly was a winter’s dream.