Inspiration for the poem below came from the weather. Inspiration is all around us all of the time we are experiencing it, enjoying it, hating it but certainly living it.
In England we are renowned for talking about the weather but in real terms we have very rare extremes in that department. This year has had some extremes in the flooding of large areas of land which is not usual but has happened periodically in the past. Over fifty years ago I remember praying for White Christmases which we never got, 1963/64 was the exception that proves the rule. The global warming lobby will feed off this winter's mildness as a sign but in reality it is slightly wetter than normal and nothing more!
Where is Winter?
Winter is here
or is it?
We have wind
and rain aplenty.
But it’s warm
enough for a jacket
rather than
coat Tog four and twenty.
The month is January
and we’re waiting
with bated breath
for the icy blast.
Anticipation
is keen and hurting
like a nip on
the nose from Jack Frost
Are we to get
away with mildness
fuelling the global
warming lobby?
Or will winter
develop its coldness
and confound
scientific community?
Experience
predicts a mixture
more wind,
rain and perhaps snow.
The English
weather is a fixture
if you don’t like
it – off you go!
©David
L Atkinson January 2014
God Bless
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