This week’s timely poem is by A Pamplin and is called Winter.
The clocks go back this weekend, tis the end of the daylight it seems
Autumn leaves have blown away, as we sit in the dark with our dreams.
But think on as we dread again the fog, the snow, the wind and the rain
It’s not all gloom though depression sets in, just a short hiccup in this time of change.
Hoping Halloween & Fireworks night pass us by without a fright
With thick coats on against the chills, then panic buying at the tills.
Christmas wrapped in virgin snow, the shortest day has passed you know
New Year beckons with a song, Auld Lang Syne to cheer us on.
The snowdrop and crocus bloom intent to cheer us as nature mean
March nears it’s end so fear not my friend those clocks go FORWARD this weekend!
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