Seen from Winter


And so the dread of summer
with its sand and salted bodies
scintillating in the sun
radiant in the bright night lights
writhing to tribal rhythms
with unrelenting beats
and doing things we wished we hadn’t
when regretful morning comes


Winter of Love

I am brittle and abandoned.
Like gilt leaves shed by the selfish tree.
As you wilfully discarded me.

I am damp and distraught.
Like wind whipping drizzle against cheeks.
As you were callous and cold to me

I am sombre and grey.
Like the sky’s heavy, battleship clouds.
As you so grimly threatened me.

I am winter white.
Like first frost, static and beautiful.
As you were to me.