Winter is a Painful Friend
winter is a painful friend
more a foe than ally
blowing cold a chill northwind
sending hearts awry
see the frost upon the wold
pheasants at the roadside
ice becoming cracked and old
pushing dreams aside
this the time of changing seasons
leads me by the hand
dawn’s bright cloud surveys the reason
strong beside me stands
I will walk through hill and snowfall
I will find the way
listen for the curlew’s sweetcall
lighting up the day
and when I lie down there beside you
I will feel you bring
the icemelt warmth, the changing view
the winter into spring
winter is a painful friend
more a foe than ally
blowing cold a chill northwind
sending hearts awry
see the frost upon the wold
pheasants at the roadside
ice becoming cracked and old
pushing dreams aside
this the time of changing seasons
leads me by the hand
dawn’s bright cloud surveys the reason
strong beside me stands
I will walk through hill and snowfall
I will find the way
listen for the curlew’s sweetcall
lighting up the day
and when I lie down there beside you
I will feel you bring
the icemelt warmth, the changing view
the winter into spring
Soliloquy recalls my move to Hull in the winter of 1970, living in a dreadful bedsit on Hessle Road
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Nestor is a poem recalling childhood memories and how they are now
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