The twilight lingers hourly,
To leave me somewhat sourly,
For lights put on can cost me dear,
Yet better light than dark to fear...
And each grey mist devours day
And dampens sunshine in its way
And even gardens can't provide
A ray of sunshine here inside...
I look towards the coming Spring,
Which brightens almost everything
And clocks spring forward with delight,
As if to conquer darkest night...
I'll wait till April makes me glad,
Beyond this Winter grey and sad,
Though Christmas Day grants hope till then,
I bet I get grey socks AGAIN!
Denis Martindale December 2016.
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