Winter Poem
The cold of the winter
Duffel coats and bobble hats
Red, white and green
Christmas is nigh
The streets of London
Paved with precious grey
Up in a smoke
A concrete jungle of sorts
Robins, blackbirds and magpies
Green cosmopolitan valleys
Gardens of earth
Salons and appointments
Non locals come in
Traffic jams
Oil, mixed with water
Making wondrous rainbows
Global warming
We guess and wonder
When it will snow
Aiming for December
Then falling in March
The anthems of the city
Sound and complete
Even the sounds
Of thunder and sleet
The new theory of thundersnow
What do the planets think
Of our global terror?
More clothes on
More things gone to waste
Autumn gone but sticking together
A tradition of perfection
The birth of jesus
Copyright © Tom Goodman | Year Posted 2020
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