Laughing At Ducks

We walked through the park, it had just turned noon, In a cloudless blue sky, sat a pale crescent moon. Dressed 'gainst the cold we tramped through the snow, Tingling cold fingers, our noses aglow. The pond it was frozen we laughed at the ducks, Trying to waddle, but not having much luck. Bare were the trees, the grass glittered white, The low winter Sun cast a cold blinding light. Echoes of laughter, snowballs in the air, Rosy cheeked children played without care. There stood a snowman, proud as could be, When the temperature rose, he'd meet his destiny. Snow started falling in silent profusion, Mother nature and art, were now in collusion. Feeling it now, chilled to the bone, Happy as larks, we headed off home. Entry for Ultimate January 2019,Any Form, Any Theme, up to Max Of 20 Lines Poetry Contest Sponsored by Brian Strand. Placed =1st.