Poem......not mine.

I found this poem in my magazine "This England" My friend Roger sent me a subscription to it. It's a lovely magazine and has wonderful photographs and stories. It has history, letters, articles and the odd poem. He sends it to me, as an Ex Pat who misses England very much I am so grateful to caring friends.
This poem was illustrated with a picture of an English Robin so I will do the same.

January Jewels

As winter with an icy hand

Moves down through time and space

The branches of the leafless trees

Seem clothed in dainty lace.

Tall grasses sheathed in silver frost

Once delicate and frail

Stand up like frozen sentinels

In winter's glittering trail.

And crystal orbs and icicles

All glint with sparkling rime

Like jewels strung on tinselled thread

In beautiful design 

And many glistening gleaming gems

Are dancing in the light

The fragile beauty of the scene

Just fills me with delight

Then all is quiet and nothing stirs 

And I am lost in thought

I'm spellbound by such beauty

By Winter's magic caught

Then suddenly a movement breaks

The strange tranquility

A Robin with a crimson bib

Comes hopping up to me

By Kathleen Gillum.