A Winter Landscape

A poem I wrote about winter one day standing outside on my porch.

Looking vastly out into the horizon

I see the hedgerow stand so still

The rock just lies there all alone

And there is the music to give it a thrill

Letting go of past conscious feelings

Living for the day and not the past

I know these fields are quiet and blissful

But feelings like these never last

Let me have a liquid mind

So I know the good vibrations are grand

So I emotionally agree on the situation

To make due the enigmatic land