A Winter's Day. Poem by Michael Walker

A Winter's Day.

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I like to feel anonymous in a city
of strangers and customers in the street.
Today I need to cross over Cooks Gardens
which is steep going on a likable pavement.
At the top I draw my long black coat
tight around the waist, against the cold wind.
In the middle distance is St. Paul's,
a church of redbrick certainties for a few.
Below me is the eight-lane cinder track
where a few lonely figures are out training.
The four floodlight towers are just there,
like silent spectators at a long-lost cricket match;
a light shining in the darkness at a day-night game.
St. Paul's, though, may well be the Light of the World.


-July,2016.

A Winter's Day.
Monday, July 18, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: seasons,winter
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This is how I spent yesterday. I still had a lot of activity ahead of me in the evening. Today it is raining, quite different.
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