Winters' View Poem by Bernard Kennedy

And now the cold comes slowly, sunny late evenings darker early,
Rain falls night time to the parched victorian hydrangea and its sunflower companion,
Giving them respite by the gate.

No sunny lunches outdoor at tables
But indoor bowls of hot soup with brown bread, and rains wetting window pane
and splashing car wheels.
Shortened walks with umbrella companion
And rain clothes overtake
the sunny tee shirts,
the shorts and light jackets.
For summers gone.
The crow upon the high sycamores, the colourful pageant of small birds gone
To sunnier climes.
For Winter waits in the wings.
The script cold for act four
Of the seasons drama.