Winter Poem by Chris Morley

When summers fading shadow
Finally disappears from view,
And the wind flies down from the north,
Appearing right on cue.

Who will mourn the homeless girl
Who died frozen to the spot?
Because someone stole her sleeping bag
And traded it for scotch.

And the leaves that have clung on to life
Finally fall from the tree,
And no-one looks at flowers
For there's none that's left to see

Who will mourn the homeless man
Who died in his sleep?
His shopping cart of possessions
Lying at his frozen feet,
As the icy tendrils of winter
Come screaming down the street.