“Oh its so cold,here I stand in Little Waltham meadows in the early morning. Freezing my feet off as I go, but that’s OK, because the sun is shining brightly, on the frost,which is glistening all around”
The Winter Blues by Robert J. Lindley
Winter blew in with a scant little whimper
Fall skulked away with hardly a peep
Deep cold, blowing winds fit some’s temper
Yet others they sadden enough to weep !
Snow brings its beauty and shining charms
Frigid air sets furry critters about
Blizzards blasting forth set great alarms
Where frozen forested cries ring out.
Nature knows best and gives as she pleases
Hardest season sets the coming stage
Death and pain, of which Spring then eases
Time for each, says the wizened sage !
Cold chills, hang glisten silent through the night
Decembers solstice sets the stage northbound
Jack Frost pretends to be Earth’s white knight
Dark days of winter winds; ice-kiss the ground
Autumn renews chilling barren vows,
Wonderland enables the sun on numb
Icicles form, a voice shared -leaving nature roused
Winter’s blue melodies washed down with rum
A cold peril storm, enjoying the winter sky
Frostbitten dawn, desolate sunset of worthlessness
A leafless desire to intensify nature’s supply
Loss from exposed skin, of hopelessness
Just by the River Chelmer and down the hill from Little Waltham Meadow is Croxton’s mill which was a water mill build in around 1777. Converted recently it is a timber-framed and weather-boarded water mill with a loft hoist an the north side.