winter poems!

It's been a beautiful wintry day in Manchester; pure, clear and blue. It made me think of a couple of poems of mine. One I wrote, strangely enough, in the middle of last summer; the other is from last year.

This is the one from last year  (I couldn't quite find the pic I wanted):

 













in morning's frost-glass
a slice of lunar lemon -
the last twist of night  

The Battle

 

Icy lightning licks of frost

gild the garden. Summer lost;

 

retreated over distant hills.

Now, silent, creeping, crystal chills

 

the air, the leaves, the whorl of snail -

Winter, Winter, will prevail.