I have realised,

age 55

that it wasn’t winter that made me miserable and maudlin

after all.

 

It was my work,

the ruled, clock time,

stealing daylight

leaving me night.

 

I have maligned winter,

avoided her,

curled up and wished for spring.

 

But I have wronged her,

for there is beauty in her empty boughs,

the dark crowds of swooping wings

arrowing

through the clouds.

 

So many winters I have missed her gift of sapphire

as the kingfisher

hurls herself along the whirling flow

 

It was I who had no time

to run my hurting fingers through

glistening grass

to see glitter

shimmer

in the low sun light.

 

I was tied to screens and rooms with harsh white light

and so never

had time to breathe

her sharp

clear light.

 

It was never winter that made me sad

I was missing her,

mourning her absence

instead.

 

 

 

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