Winter Lunch

on these wintry Saturdays

when the Telegraph ‘cryptic’

is inpenetrable,

capricious weather

thumbs its nose, should I merely 

don my hat or scarf

the new season’s seed catalogues

tease the colourful bounty of spring 

and summer sunrises, are

many dark mornings hence

there’s little to be done

but drink good claret, 

cut freshly baked sourdough bread, 

munch strong cheese

and read poetry that doesn’t rhyme

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© Graham Sherwood 01/2021