Ah, poetry. Once there were giants, but then Kipling and Service died, and the navel-gazing twits took over. Have there been any worth reading since?
WintrospectionThe Winter is the time to think,
To take a break and have a drink,
The stumbles that the darkness cause,
Invoke a threat, "We'll make some laws!"
But laws have smothered us of late,
To shred a few, that would be great!
Instead they pummel like a storm,
Without the hope of coming warm.
If troubles were a season thing,
And warmer weather could then bring,
The absence of the cold regard,
That strangers give in staring hard,
And neighbors then would help to sow,
The crops we'd share in Autumn's flow,
Then darkness would give way to light,
And emptiness to appetite,
For friendships nurtured in a glow,
Of sunset, but until that's so,
I'll hoist a warming mug again,
With friends invited to my den.
NicknamedBob . . . . January 1, 2013