Around the lake hangs a heavy fog

it also hangs between me and my dog

she has been good for over a week

until she chooses the wrong place to take a leak

I will have forgiven her by the end of the day

Milou has forgiven me for shouting straight away

Words fail me to describe this lovely December day 

distinct clear and detailed in every single way

the sun filters through the trees but not enough as the frost still clings

on the other side it is sunny and bright and the countryside sings

the suns warmth brings an extra bounce to our step

it really does not feel like winter yet

The mountains this morning 

are etched in detail on every single face

and this afternoon it is as if they were not here

as they have vanished without a trace

Today after a fitful night, i wake up full of the cold

'i do not get flu' was a cry of old

Milou and i still went for a walk

'get on with it' she would say if she could talk

there is a sunny haze surrounding the countryside and lake

covering all in it's opalescent  cape

A solitary heron stands erect in the field

next door they are harvesting the last of the corn yield

we walk through an avenue of dappled trees

the sun is bright as it hits the last of the leaves

Milou runs like a greyhound released from a trap

sending the birds in the hedges all of a flap

we view the church and town from the other side

the black pigs are out and snuffling about

the sun touching their hairy black hides

Today we are again late for our run

up until now the adults had all the fun

a tapas bar in the market we do spy

wine, prawns, calamari, oysters and other small fry

then on for a walk in the mountains covered in thick white 

we all agree it is an incredible sight