Winter Trails

New Years Eve

Two New Years Eve Verses
Versus what? we asks, Precious.

1

Dour has made a comeback
for old year's end in phlegm:
it's still and grey and showery,
dark and damp again.

There's nothing out there moving -
What? Birds flick from a tree?
Heart's bumping hard in pleasure;
as my blackbirds blink at me.

It's mild.  See lawn's still growing -
It nearly brims a tear
to think first look had shut away
mind blinkered, tracked and drear.

Here's my advice to anyone
with windows beaded rain:
just step outside your door awhile;
renew your sense again.

2

Know for true northerners signifies Yule;
to me just a calendar; not of their school.
Corrupted by Cambridge and Oxford and Borth,
though I was born a true son of The North.

After Samhain, Solstice and Christmas I'm spent:
apart from the money, my stamina's rent.
Can't work up a lather for fanfare of years,
or choose (beyond whisky) 'tween port wine and beers.

I've a cough and a wheeze and I'm too tired for owt
but to switch on the TV, watch Jools lurch about.
The fireworks been going for nights in these parts;
to add to their tumult, here's one of my farts.

You paddle in fountains; I'll puddle in gleams.
It's a long haul to springtime - the Warm keep your dreams.

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