The Hilly And The Ivy

With little clusters of red berries makes a splendid festive scene

Brightening up the dullest of December days

Cheeriness and warmth to chase away the dank dismal dismays

In amongst the hedgerows along the quiet country lanes

Or planted prettily around quaint cottages wooden window panes

Beautiful bright red beaded berries, hanging like tiny blood-red cherries

A tasty treat for the little birds, a writer’s delight for Christmas time words

Shining in the chilly Winter’s sun, glowing in the dark

Very pleasant prizes for the passing Skylark

Mirthful, merry, gleefully and gay

Clinging on amidst the greenery on a strong breeze sway

Mother Nature’s gift to gladden any gloomy soul