A Good 2019 New Year to you all! The naked white woodlands in the deep of winter, Rustlings from the brittle dry leaves on the frozen ground, Pink undertones on the gray-laden silent clouds, Hoots of a distant owl under the far off silent moon, Walking in late afternoon on the edge of the secret forest, And the pure magic of walking and being present to the sublime. From all of us at “Wild Wales Walkabouts”! Images by Llen Natur

....Twill soon be Winter now. Robin, Robin Redbreast, O Robin dear! And welaway! my Robin, For pinching times are near. The fireside for the Cricket, The wheatstack for the Mouse, When trembling night-winds whistle And moan all round the house; The frosty ways like iron, The branches plumed with snow,-- Alas! in Winter, dead and dark, Where can poor Robin go? Robin, Robin Redbreast, O Robin dear! And a crumb of bread for Robin, His little heart to cheer. Robin