Winter blues

Winter blues

Summer has finally fallen into winter
a gun-grey sky hangs over the city

and the cold has returned and with it
our warm winter clothing

our woolen sweaters and heavy coats
An icy wind plays its dull arpeggios

as it whips around trees and tall structures
the evenings are dark and the nights long

and on the streets there is so much more
hustle and bustle as people hurry on their way

and poetry struggles to find expression
to see what has never before been seen

by the side of a warm fire memories
are pulled from the past and turned over

in the mind memories of better times
of better days when all was right with the world

John Lyons