The Visitor

Each day we have a visitor, sometimes close, sometimes far It journeys unruffled by the cold, wind or rain A spectacle of ice white, graceful in its walk, like an earth borne cloud of white Or resting, laying in the moor, ever looking, head turning Then it wanders, slowly walking to find a new place Once more to halt, so peaceful, so quiet Then in a moment it flies, runs, takes to the air, feathers spread, neck long beating long wide wings, it soars, turns, sometimes to return to land Sometimes it lifts above the trees and is gone The land seems empty without it yet we know It will come to visit us once more Nov 2021