Today, on my birthday
I passed by a fallen tree
Being cleared away.
On my first birthday
The snow came.
I wonder, will it fall again
On the day
That I go away
Today, on my birthday
I passed by a fallen tree
Being cleared away.
On my first birthday
The snow came.
I wonder, will it fall again
On the day
That I go away
I am cold
And regret the rain.
I am told
Sun will come again.
For now, happy new year!
For January drear is here!
Happy new year!
“Janus” appears in my collection “More Poetic Meanderings”, which was published in 2023:
Janus waits in the wings.
As with previous dead years
He will bring
Laughter and tears.
Doors open and close.
The futurologist thinks he knows
What the future holds.
But Janus thumbs his nose,
And history goes
On as before;
And where it goes
Heaven only knows.
Doors bang
On winter nights.
Something clangs.
The brightest light
Must fade and die.
And tonight I
Hear the wild wind’s
Great impersonal roar.
And when the doors
Bang and slam
I know I am
Just windblown dust.
I heard no birds
In the winter churchyard.
It was just
The cold sky
The tombs
And I
On a darkening afternoon.
My dog (still young)
Enjoys these fallen leaves
Flung across pavements
By Winter’s breeze,
Where they lie
As he and I
Pass by
On a December day.
On this cold December Evening
My thoughts turn to leaving.
Though I can not fight
The inevitable night
I can write,
Which gives me some pleasure
In this passing weather.
And words may dance on
When poets are gone.
Autumn’s dead
Leaves rot
In winter’s earth.
Spring will bring
Earth’s rebirth.
Walking through the churchyard snow
I think
On those below.
Footprints in the February snow
Soon will go.
But ink
On a page
May still engage
Though the poet is gone.
His words live on.
Else they go,
As does the February snow.
The official start of winter is 1 December. However, given the extremely cold bouts we have been experiencing here in the UK, coupled with winter’s impending onset, I wanted to share with you a number of my poems with a wintry theme: