A Heart Is Surely Bound
With branches coated topside white with snow.
And blue the shadows stretched along the ground.
Trees adding sharpness, a wintry view on show,
With dazzling, flickering sunshine, such can astound
The observing eye, which will discern and know
Each picture of nature's wealth, times made renowned.
And on a bench in silence sat a crow,
Held captive by a vista, with no sound.
Then flapping his wings, flew off, swooping quite low,
Leaving behind a frozen prospect to dumfound.
Thus, looking here and there, and to and fro
Across this painted scene, a heart is surely bound.
© Ernestine Northover