Poems # 1 - Winter Fields

To paraphrase Dylan Thomas "Working for someone else is the graveyard of creativity." and I guess the reason I've woken up feeling inspired is that I 'broke up' for Christmas yesterday!  Anyway, this came out all in rush this morning as I was tidying up, hope you enjoy it:

Winter Fields
Ensilvered grass, frozen,
brittle and bright
portends the banishment of night.
Which, usurped by Sun's
first feeble glow,
retreats before the light's advance across the snow.