Leaving the freezing dark
Of the silent park
The house lights
Punctuate my night.
We huddle in houses
With lovers and spouses
While the night
Mocks our temporary light
Leaving the freezing dark
Of the silent park
The house lights
Punctuate my night.
We huddle in houses
With lovers and spouses
While the night
Mocks our temporary light
Very appropriate for the current UK weather, Kevin.
Thank you, Robbie. I’m pleased you like this poem of mine.