Winter

The park is quiet now
The statues wrapped up
Against the frost
Against the cold

A glaze of ice
Deceives the unwary
Neptune sleeps
above the pond

The fountains
stilled
surprise none now
where few now go

The castle looms
its red brick tower
squatly in the moat
part frozen

Only the villagers
know the little gate
to take a walk
in the sleeping park