Winter - A Poem In Three Months

Winter

[Lines in moments, Chilli Studios, 5th February]

December

Life in a micro-climate.

A tropical temper, cut from

North wind swept Newcastle.

Flowers pollinate the winter walls.

January

Wake and smell the truth.

Months are no longer and

Perfection is no less fallen

Under snow. Eden waits patiently.

A billion chances of symmetry.

February

I will rise, wear purple scarves

And prepare for the day

When winters turn to spring,

Springs to summer,

And summers to unlivable wildfires.