View From A Bedroom Window In England Poem by Anthony Dover

View From A Bedroom Window In England



Christmas is condensing on the glass
Jack Frost has been at work
Cars speckled with crystal covering
Birds, feathers puffed out,
Like cushions.

White weather and bluish tinged sky,
Snap of cold air awakens sense,
Grass each blade individually Christened with ice,
Rooftops sloping seaward,
And the occasional Passer by.

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