Hinkle wood

As we approached gingerly to the wood two people exploring the unknown. The gate opened and we trod on fresh snow Stepping carefully on the crisp surface meandering through the trees Each branch laden with snow creating a lacy picture Silence and peace echoed around us We were surrounded by a mass of trees leading to a summerhouse. it stood with memories of a hot summer Berries hung like jewels crystallised with icy snow We both talked of beauty which we discovered and made our way home