December

These are the long roads
The long roads
on the dirty days of winter
These are the slipways closed
on the dark and dirty days of winter

These are the silver skies
The silver skies
a soliloquy for the solstice
These are the winter cries
of the deeper sighs of the solstice

Down the long, long road
to where two rivers meet
Down through the day
to the blackest of nights

Over the hill
at the end of the world
These are the minute lies
that unpick our way home







a poem from the collection Some Trickier Poems - Love with Conflicts - available as a kindle download or library item by clicking here