Lacy cobwebs creep the hedgerows
sharp as prying spiders’ eyes
glitter-edged and spiky, sparkling
clear spun sugar in disguise.
Lazy hips and haws lounge
as taut twigs cringe in fingered frost
while, fluffed-up red and round, a robin
chirps for all the worms he’s lost.
Polly Stretton © 2015